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.
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