O’CHELLES
J.McKenzie
As i was striding down the rue o'chelles with my leather's holes keeping time
past the boutique with the kitchenette window where the correspondence is collecting in piles
I watch through the worn, grained doorjambs as she manhandles the poule gratin and serves my portion to a
man
in an ill fitting reefer jacket of greenish brown
His eyes for the warm chicken
mine only for her warm chicken skin
I'm going to love you if i leave you alone
Now my socks are freezing and the water is falling out of the cracks in the road
where the shower fell out and my friend had passed out
and the floorboards started to swell
If the next time I eats the last time i have teeth
I’m going to want something with flesh and some bones
There’s condiments in the kitchen of the house we call home
Now i only get to see you round the supermarket
if i ever do shopping again
I'm going to love you if i leave you alone
‘If you love me you'll leave me alone’