ginny

i'm hungry
but for what
i'm thirsty
but water cannot slate
no matter what
i shove in that hole
its still empty
still waiting
still there

i went to the supermarket
everything was nice
ordered
colourful
10 of each in a row
i wandered every aisle
but nothing leaped out
i left with a bottle of tonic water
because i couldn't bear
being empty handed

but you can't drink tonic alone
(well i do, but you shouldn't)
so it found its mate
natural state
ms gin
and mr tonic

he can only stand her in small doses
otherwise she's overpowering
he says
she of course
couldn't care less
lets him fizz away
whilst she gets down to business

so i introduce them to some friends
they can seem a little icy
perhaps too cool
but eventually they'll warm to you
and fit right in

i let them quarrel
(they do it so publicly)
always with the lights on
the blinds up
let the neighbours have a good show (for once)
but the end of the night
see them always
entwined in each other
almost indistinguishable

and i am duller
blunted
rain thuds retardedly on my head
sure the edges have been sanded down
but whos care about the corners
when that hole
persists

and i just exist
still hungry

and yes
i could use a drink