Cornermoon - Jeeps

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.