King wants Queen to amuse him
Pique his interest
Man alive,
just set a scene or invent one
King wants to drink together
Hear some music. Pierce the edges between them
King is shot down in powerless flames
King sees lethargy in corners
deducing their moment has gone
Malaise moves to the room’s centre
all tensed up
and a little, grotesque blade
cuts King’s level
King’s skin
King’s lee
They regroup
They reduce life by
learning that weekends are made for waiving time
Pressing clothes flat with an iron
Watching the screen play black and white films
When Bogart says
Of All The Gin Joints In All The Towns In All The World, She Walks Into Mine
they respond by saying It’s only a film