Red wine

Red wine

is fine

turns the tide

between his and mine.

His, whose?

You’re bitch.

Listen listen

try not to twitch.

If you flip

I’ll spin you back

I’ll kill the voices

lick my lips

kiss me here

touch me there

ignore the colours

in the air

see past the eyes

look through the vision

realise it’s nothing

somethings cooking

overcooked pizza

oven chips

turn the oven off

with a switch.

Take the food

and swallow it whole,

wiped your mouth

your good to go.

For desert

strawberries and cream,

but first

you have to

finish your greens.