Order in a chain of disorder,

peeling carpet on a discoloured ceiling.

Ham sandwiches planted with bluebells,

growing pigs from the dirt.

Careless hands scrabbling at zippers,

finding a heart in an unacceptable place.

Water flavoured with cherries and pork,

fed to a house of catwalk models.

Painkillers in a Caesar salad (dressing on the side please),

an addict’s breakfast, lunch and dinner.

Fake blonde mothers downing bottles of rum at 10am,

fleeing from their Hamptons perfect reality.

14 year old girls getting high off nail polish,

drinking alcopops in a fort made of sheets.