on days like yours
I'm the perfect stranger
pouring from the overflow
on days like yours
gloryhounds and neighbours
paper over all our holes
on days like yours
are the angels grounded?
musclebound and overweight?
on days like yours
do they climb your shoulders
making you their timely slave?
to think they think we're friends
where column inches end
we begin
on days like yours
I'm a naked tourist
terrified and miles from home
if all it takes
is a little talking
that's got to be the way to go