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
