we creeped onto the scaffolding
gingerly stepping over tired tampons
the boats were old and smouldering
the curtains were steely snap-ons
a flash from the darkened stink
a whisker twinkled amid the gas
a figure emerged, human and glass
like a picture frame up the ass
our tingles got the better sight
we bolted friendless and maladroit
what was it that we saw that night?
was it you?
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