Liquid bastards
Hate fuel
For a fool

You give me a party
I go on my own
Strangers mill and hang my words
The teeth I thought were smiles
Are just there to bite my child

Longbar to heaven
As I walk home
On the verge
Sounds back, goes forward

Autumn light
Fades down the fields
Black hedge leads
We walk together
Mixed from a dark palette
My memory takes me

I wonder
Did I ever reach home?
Am I still walking
Hedge in hand
From a party
For one