seven

now we are seven
years ?
no, months
and she left me in the hole
she left me with the onions

how it is

you pays your money
you get some beer
you turn to the left
and the cops are still right behind you
you found ecstatic moments
keep looking, only you have eyes

no-one there

Mark left a tape he had recorded.
It was labelled " my last bugle call" and consisted of white noise and the creaking of an armchair. DNA tests revealed traces of his sperm on the tape.