Sunday, 28 November 2010

once living there

so that figures unturned
forgotten & scattered
remembering turn through the cold days
into an un
moving wind in hurt

the bright countenance
police eat spiders
cram into gobs
spasm-ing leg & burning eye

acid gutter
incoherent light
invisible & tears

her golden hair
the sound of traffic
close at our dreams
marzipan choking
teeth & their tongue

her golden hair in winter
spiders crawling with police
the traffic dies
cold sleeps along a wall

what was real
about the destruction was after all
was ended
poem found along a wall.

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