from Transmissions After Midnight
Bog Disco (throw back)
It should have been the old bloomeries of love
during the slow-set: disco lights like Morse-code baubles
roaming our sequins, skirts and shirts
but some smart aleck two plastic parish seats away from me
belches and says: “Boom. It’s the erection section”
so I make tracks swift, double-door into a true breather of a night.
The Plough, dazzling points floating in the sky.
Bottle of Buckfast drunk, smoke cleaned eyes
and a bulbed-lip smile.
Sex demands at 4 a.m., after the slowdown
of the party. See here now, I carried matchsticks,
sticky floors, swear remnants up four flights of stairs
for you. I do disturb your sleep with the smell
of want but you know to take one patient look,
to wrist-pull crawl me into bed
and wait for the conk-out any minute.
To honour, like a gentleman, the promise you made:
“It’ll be better in the morning, love.”
You always hear about the difficult heartbreak,
but never really about the sheer jumping joy
of breaking up with someone
you couldn’t stand anymore.
The high ones die, die. They die. You look up and who’s there?
What would Berryman’s Mr. Bones think of this:
the use of smiley faces? They’re all out in the Club.
Sometimes, they make me want to gag face
but I click-colon-bracket and watch television
after midnight, wearing an excellent and delicate mask.
Elaine Cosgrove grew-up in Sligo, and now lives in Galway city. She writes both poetry and shorter fiction, and has a special interest in digital poetics and collage. Her work has been published by Spontaneity, Icarus, The Bohemyth, wordlegs and The New Binary Press – forthcoming publication in Colony and The Penny Dreadful. She was ‘highly commended’ in the Gregory O’ Donoghue International Poetry Prize 2014. Elaine has an MPhil. in Creative Writing from Trinity College, Dublin. She organises ‘Wordhaus Night Galway’ – an evening that showcases pioneering craft, ideas and venture. Tweets @laineycos Web: http://elainecosgrove.tumblr.com