Loki on the roof

A low key Loki

Attaches his pen to a drawing

Of his father, that he has created

Looking off to the left

He sighs and ponders the day

A slice of toast, a cup of coffee

The little things that matter

The sunlight in mid-afternoon

Hitting the floor just so

He sees a cigarette smouldering

Smoke curling up in luscious curls

He hums a track to a blues song

Or is it a jazz number?

Time to try to think about trying to think

Going out of sight

To the place where the vampires bite

Loki dons a slightly soiled trenchcoat

Looks left, looks right

And wanders out into the night

ten drills

ten drills

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