retreating to the familiar is a poetic familiarity

to shores

to coastlines

deadends

dark streets or cuts about town only familiar to you

nooky shelter shops

mirror seems familiar too

i see yourself there

my image was once there beautiful

now spavined and sclerotic

i see yourself there

that once pumpy red showboy is conscious

conscious of cosmetic debauchery worded at his expense

his antipathies tattered

she said i was nice

i smelled like spicy black pepper

looked like hardened out wood

i believed her

then she said i smelled like drenched liver

looked like music on death

poof she mixed that with sounded

after these cyclic chants done undone

she had unfamiliarised the familiar

and yet failed to familiarise the unfamiliar

after her lippy pungent possession of him

theres no him either