Peach Coma (Irmageddon out of Here)

Pig driftwood luncheon
swoon come three circadian
thyme calypso champ

Long weekend in Dorset grove
short change is good as arrest
all work no play due to rain
mystery fellow traveller:
—have we met before she said
—one unforgettable once
I say I can’t remember
play it cool as fever pitch
that which I walk in shadow
of in sunless dreams—staggered
up and down the garden path
prodding wet red leaves                                                                                                                   stepping over puddles
witnessing real life