when you're gone

I light a cigarette without a match,

snap a picture without a flash,

sling some mud without the trash,

catchphrase without a catch.

I eat bangers without mash,

smear mascara without a lash,

lone pirate without a patch,

party late without the grass.

I play poker without cash,

plate up breakfast without hash,

watch eggs that never hatch,

feel the itch without a scratch.

I taste passion without pash,

raise the window without a sash,

bumper car without a crash,

hundred yards without the dash.

Swan dive, without a splash.

willow, 2010

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