Friday 17 February 2017

The Funeral


Cotton starch stench
Sea whipped to floss frenzy
Cobwebs bursting forward free
Endless intimate infinity
Contained.

Stringing along sorrow
Twang twat
Tears freeze eyeballs still
But dare not impeach
Sting or bite

Stained sheets
Damp legs
Screaming
The sureness ache of hunger
Left.

Scale the stream of colour
twisting out of view
(up and down bleating: a heart monitor)
each filled with a
vacuum
happiness burns brighter than a tear but it leaves a better tear

the stage was torn down
a billion tiny fistfuls of letters


no more lines are left 

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