Belsize Park, March 2008

by George Pringle

You drop like crystalline from the trees

I  listened to that album in the shower and whilst I scrubbed I danced

You wonderful loon, sham-pain-shampoo, fresh-fresh-full bloom

I’d been dancing in Ashley’s flat, in a golden dress and a Russian hat

I wore no bra, superstar because she told me not to

 

And cuts for cuts

(the time is prime)

And sluts for fucks

(the time is nigh)

And teeth for teeth

(I ate too much)

And sweets for sweets

My eye’s a slut

 

When the curtains were drawn, the world was grey so we kept on dancing, dance away…There wasn’t much left to drink, so I crooked my neck in the kitchen sink and between chews, we choose Crème de cassis

No I’m not M-D-M-A-ZING tonight

(but you’re dropping like crystalline)

Primrose Hill looks to kill

A girl with a clammy fist of pills

(somewhere in the dark I saw her)

I slept so hard, I couldn’t dream

6am, this cheer-leads me here

(and you’re dropping like crystalline)

 

Affogato

(I’m drowned)

Ice Cream

(the northern line)

Coffee in a can

(I can’t understand some things)

Bruised up legs and an unmade bed, oh greeting me like lover’s arms

All grey today

 

And cuts for cuts

(The time is prime)

And sluts for fucks

(The time is nigh)

And teeth for teeth

(I ate too much)

And sweets for sweets

My eye’s a slut

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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