On the face of things
They say after a brief gander.
On the face of things,
We have some –
Pause.
Looks in eyes.
Heartbeat.
Arrest.
On the face of things
It’s only too clear
That I cannot let you speak.
Hush.
Looks in eyes.
Over soon.
Goodbye.
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King Mold
Among the breeding rot – whispers.
I hear them stretching through arthritic
tongues. Knife to bone,
crown to head, head of the table
where judgement resides on platters of
purple skinned grapes already coated
with penicillin.
Yes, the medicine, I’ve taken it,
drip feed from a babe.
Things that are not normal
flag as normal.
Things that are. Obviously insane.
Homework
Flat images of people and places and things
travelling fast, then slow. Upside down
kings given spades to bury their queens;
a glaze across the eyes.
Paper histories and forgotten bones.
