You rolled your tongue, you spat... I flew... A hole in one! Despatched me in the kitchen sink; I sank confused and bruised and thinking about our honeymoon of nights beneath the moon together. Crosslegged, floating down the river. We didn't need a boat- us angels aren't afraid of water, are we? Are we?? I am, now I'm lying flat with alligators and rats to talk to... licking sweetcorn from my fingers, tea leaves from my eyes; the blood of suicides is dripping on all sides, and I'm wondering if one of them could be you. YOU..... Yes, I wonder if one of them could be you. (She said, "no complications...I've been hurt too many times before and each time, well it gets a little harder - I'll hurt you if you stay for more. (she said....) She said: "it was different last night; You were a tiger on the prowl. You had claws - but they snapped. You don't attract me now. She said, "Don't bother phoning; I'd slam the receiver right down. Well, I just want to be alone you know these days.....) Somewhere someone's laughing.