The collected works of Fletch Fletcher
(Extract)
Just Another Damned Couple
When we landed in Rome
I was wearing a hangover
Like a brain haemorrhage
And you had a boil on your cheek
That had the hotel desk staring at us
Checking our passports
Checking the dates
Before handing over the key and
Pointing to the lift
As far as they were concerned
We were just another damned couple
In a cheap hotel
But up in the room we didn’t feel so bad
In fact, we felt blessed and
With the horns blaring outside
We got into bed and
Made everything feel right
After we were done
I leaned over and
Cleaned my dirty glasses
With your dirty pants and
Took a good look at your
Shattered face
The boil was raging
Hard and red
There was a stink of stomach
Coming off of you
But you never looked more lovely
And the world never felt better
Than it did right then
No, never better