Big Ape Diary

With you gone,

my heart yearns bleakly
for the twighlighted day,
when, with piss
trickling incongruously down my
leg, in
an airport lounge
of white-tuniced staff,
I can shout after you,
safe in my anger,
knowing you are just
five minutes gone.

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