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It’s a terrible thing to behold!
We were drawn together
Inhabitants of the underbelly
Of this great city. We witness
And perpetrate cruelty
In all its forms. Eyes narrowed
We look back once again
The stench assaults the senses
It is a silent death threat
We gather to confess
To a multitude of addictions
Withdrawal sets in
You sing of sweeter times
To me, the woman with no name
And no shame. We are
The afflicted and the powerless,
Estranged from the world
We have fallen through the cracks
Hands numbed, shivering,
In tumbledown shacks
It is a desolate scene
And the language we utter
Is quite obscene
Blood Red Years
The blood red years
Contained losses many time larger than me
I backtrack as a balloon floats into the sky
And pops against the surface of the sun
And believe please only this
That angel’s wings sprouted from my shoulders
For that is what they are for. Isn’t it?
Isn’t it? I lie alone like a stone in the middle of the road
I shake the hand of life. You liar, you thief!
As grey as my eyes, as grey as the sky.
A bird’s eye view for those of you who die before dawn
Embracing cardiac arrests. Will you find me alive in the morning?
A promised land is snatched away. Illusory?
Oh, yes, most certainly. It is. It always was.
And it always will be.
Time Defied
One year out of every ten
The smiling moon eyes me
As I embark on a odyssey
Fleeing from the relics the centuries vomit
From the ashes of the ancients
That litter the shore
I cut my feet on the pebble beach
As I run towards the sea
I sail away with the ships in the harbour
Catching the tide as it comes in
At one with the waves; without substance
Disintegrating and dissolving
Time Triumphing
Last year’s beauty
This year’s sackcloth wearing whore
Some great sow smashing coffee cups
Flashing a rotten-toothed grin
Watched by a hunched black cat
A contemplative carnivore
Devoid of colour
Time – creeping and corrosive
Renders me waxen, wrinkled
Salt water washing over stone.
So Sick of Drowning 