Friday, 12 November 2010


Trapped between the wall and the bedspread for fear
Of being pulled under, already painted a faded green
As my heart beats itself black and blue.

If I peer through the spyglass to waters murky, unclear,
The folds will crest show the slimy creatures in between
My skin, bones, heart and soul too.

Crusted collapsing figures retreat from my feet, dear
Your ghosts and goulies have wiped my faces clean
So no other man will know where I hail, where I've been.

No comments:

Post a Comment