The remains of a day                                                              

lie extinguished, discarded,

disregarded by the passers-by.

 

Silver-tipped echo of a mouth

unremarked upon

and common

in its everyday normality.

 

Evocatively comforting

in stained familiarity;

an endless capability

for rainbow possibilities

of shining eyes and laughter lines,

tequila secrets, vodka sobs,

sambuca snot and promises

to kiss and tell

the tales of a half-starved mind:

 

a wide-eyed Friday night

tongue-tip let-it-rip

club-queue puff;

 

a chance meet, catching up –

 

            how’s the kids?

            you’re looking well

            where you off?

            be good!

 

a rubied reminiscence

of minor misdemeanors,

under-age everything;

overwrought rage;

 

a backstage pre-gig minted inhalation;

synaptic satiety, dopamine reward;

 

a post-chip-barm

application in vermillion;

a street scene signalling

an end or a beginning;

 

ten minutes killed

in a bus-stop trance;

a midnight taxi rank

hand-to-eye dance;

a dawn walk accoutrement

brazening the birdsong,

a smile on her face

and her head held high.

 

The remains of a day

lie myriad, reflective,

a snapshot narrative

provocatively beckoning

the hungry-eyed muse.