Friday, 5 February 2021

 FRESHLY MINTED

The broken level is just presumed to be an over spill

The ground bent suddenly; we followed the signs that lead to an end.

Pine                       wizard                   sump

Quest                      swelter                  scheme

Oval                      curated                   well

 

Familial obligations fade. 

You feel left out but it’s comforting though; to think it will all be over soon.

Gestate                 purchase              base

Stronghold           fleet                    scar

Hello                   down                  there

We walked a tightrope to bring us what we wanted.

Never Look down once. Eat nuts like a squirrel store some away.

 

He had a good eye for junk; everything else was a punch to the guts.

Horded books piled up next to doorways; cats prowling , the inevitable.

 

Ghost                           home                                       time

Eat                               ghost                                        home

Home                           time                                          again

 

Pressure inside the body will kill you. Lying on the doctor’s couch, legs over the sink.

There are people that care for your life. You do not know them; they will find you.

 

Blood                                   matter                       body

Matter                                  over                          sink

Bones                                 stomach                    blood

 

The mind shores up against an attack. It retreats behind memory.  

Walking slowly around the flat in the dead of morning, foxes howling in the garden darkness.

 

Clear                             up                                                          sky

Turn                                         on                                                           fire

Phase                                                   yours                                                              signal

 

Piles of shit everywhere. What do you need? Nothing, ok so let’s go.

Like a 1970’s sci-fi horror your trapped; smothered in alien spunk.

The stuff accumulated was too much; it threatened everything. To 

Survive they adopted specialist interests. The science of sound; how everything is rebounding 

Off each other. Get a grip they said. 


 

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