Monday, September 15, 2014
poem || Lawrence Upton
Against night and water, mouth; it won't bloody go!
Trembles. Gouge a name into suffering.
Dawned once, momentum of old times. An empty dungeon.
Curses and soft shrugging delve sleep.
Townscape with a cage door. The door's closed,
the known world, brand-new, becomes big bloke.
Mummy, I hate you, love. A truncheon
turns turned unknown, such a mouthful smudged,
a mouthful of leaves, a phalanx of fighter planes --
unenviable vapour. An empty house. Childish pictures.
Silver on grey smattered the engine. An empty road,
back page story. Truth turns over. A piece of white paper.
An ambulance driven along hanging dreams, drifting
entropy evading receipt. Thank you want to fall.
She turns over the point on everybody's lips.I can't just stand his silence. A cage on film crews.