A ghost in the thick of it,
A girlfriend, a cigarette
Aglow.
She waits her turn & smiles again,
The Lucky Strike burns to the stem;
Don't go.
So who's steaming up the glass
While my handstands in her heart
Break stride?
A half lie,
A message sent,
A second pending to ferment;
Seeds sown.
Another spark to reinvent,
Cos underbellies overspent their gold.
With her lighthouse head held high,
All my handstands in her heart
Break stride.

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