What's falling apart

Is the worn, cracked facade which

Never should have been

Kenny's sly laugh floats

around me as I pass through

another last day

as I brace myself

staring down a biting path

I long for shelter

so jealous of ray

voice like sex, he touches you

please, let it be me

just to delight me

each surprise a budding joy

in sweetness he's known

My soiled snake oil soot

Cleansed with lavender water

I'm a child again

Got no radio

No trumpets, no bass, no monk

Just a memory

O' Bleary eyed run

Into morning sun each day

Just to see jazz hands

Cold red distant sun

Wakes the ducks to morning flight

Another last day