You smiled
crawled into my bed
syringed the love out of me
left my eyebrows wired to Langley
my heart in a silo aimed at Moscow
you had me crawling across a ledge
of broken glass
away from a dream
back into your arms
while downstairs
Philip K Dick
trilby tilted at 180 degrees
in the doorway
dripped darkness
like a leaking gasoline tank
emptying onto the sidewalk
he was later weeping in the joke shop
as the funny mask scowled back
his wife
the surf blonde
divorced him over the Kiss Me Quick
seaside hat
that had ruined their marriage
I’m trying to deal with the world’s madness
fake news
there’s lipstick on my collar
it provides co-ordinates for a kiss
the rifle left in the woods
has a garland of crocuses now
daydreams in the boot of a Buick
cockroaches listening
ears against the walls
to every word the mad politician
says
as he buttons up his trousers
tosses cash to the hooker
counting the pills
ripping out the wires
Singing the Body Electric
Philip K Dick steps off the planet
into space
and is gone forever
.
by Malcolm Paul