Four Cigarette Papers Can't Clean a Seat

   I sat on the chair anyway
   And while the sky roared with pain
   And the moon bounced above the rails
   I wondered whether the sea would let the ship pass
   Or swallow it to get rid of the itch.

   Looking around, I realised I was the only person on board
   And the steel rails closed around me.
   Then you appeared and turned the steel into hay,
   Laughing as it blew around the deck.
   You said
     remember the bar where the music crept and leapt like an insane cat
     and the wine flowed and made love with the lights
     and the chairs laughed and danced with the tables
   And I said
     remember when the night walked out and left us
     hanging from the hotel window, our hands
     ice-stuck to the balcony with
     nothing but the taste of vomit in our mouths.