5) First Lines

Not long after my wife and I split up
I saw the shape of the place,
the shine in his eyes
and the sweat lashing off him.
I looked up to the ceiling,
heard their voices ring.
Maybe you can give me a sign
letting me know what is happening to me?
Why is London like Budapest?
In the first place that stuff bores me.
How far is it to those who have such a passion
to cook chicken around the clock?
Follow the blue lines down the floor.
They’re long and narrow and head to the door,
but I always end up in second place.
And my parents had two haemorrhages a piece
when they heard I wavered and shivered and trembled
when I heard your voice.
So I won’t say anything too personal
but not through lack of choice.