Gang Dream

She was blonde, a bombshell that fell
Down on me in that apartment elasticity,
And we stretched out over each other’s skin
Writhing like snakes in a glass box shell;
No way out, no way in, but it was colourful,
Wonderful, the way we were together, nude
And rude on her double bed, a single body
Almost, a single head, a single-minded thread
That led us into a web of lies, my buttocks,
Her thighs;

We raced the car up hill and down dale
At a ludicrous speed, the rest of the gang
In front, in the lead. Our car was bronze
And getting away nicely behind our friends
Until we smashed into a road block, but
We carried on, helicopters swooping on our fun;
Neither of us had a gun, we just drove
And drove as fast as we could, loving each
Other, and the engine under the hood. We
Didn’t reach an end, just carried on chasing
And being chased, trying to get away, but

All the time losing pace and seeing fewer
Ways out to a better life – out of this sewer.