Habitue

you are the day I forgot my watch,
the shoe lace that snapped
as I was racing to something
that seems less important now

you are the lemon juice kiss on my creviced lips
irresistable salt 'n' vinegar crisps
oral pleasure to oral pain
the latter more enduring

you are the way that headphones spaghetti
conspiring to delay gratification
to the point where there is none
manipulation given over to violent combat

you are the never-healing paper cut on my thumb
discomforting even the most innocent geste
demanding to be unforgotten
I wish I'd never tidied up now

you are the neighbours car alarm at 03:17
pointless harpy shrieks piercing ears and dreams
laying siege to the last remaining sanctuary
heard only by those who don't want to

you are the cancelled train and the broken glass
the stain on clean trousers and the dearth of clean pants
you are the low battery warning and poor reception
the taxi that's late and the itchy rectum

life just isn't the same without you

This song is born out a cooperation between de la Mancha and myself.

A contest at FLipside was the trigger.