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


marzipan
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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