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Hand in pocket
tracing the curled fabric along the stitch
the dust gathers around the cuticle
The sun squeezed through the door
under the rug
slid past the sleeping dog
dormant in its basket
and placed its hands around my neck
The moon caught the draft
misted the shower curtain
condensed down the window
and flooded my heart
The stars oozed down the chimney
seeped through the carpet
sliced slivers off my shoes
and covered my mouth
I saw it all
each step
blink
smirk
Witnesses are crows
twisted feet
black holes for eyes
slit mouth
Waiting, watching
for the crumbs to fall
It lay across his forehead
Braille, Morse, hieroglyphic, all in one
A burning, frozen sketch
from that special friday night/saturday morning
Where the noun glass, emptied and argued over
became a verb
its slivers in the slipstream
that the contents made in the blood
He held it up
showing it off like a golden eagle
for all to see
without a hint of irony
just of rosemary, hanging in the air
garlic savoured between teeth
I gave up after the third mouthful
his eyes pierced more pointedly
than the knife in limp hand
Riddling through veins and arteries
Coursing down marrow and mind
bulging its borrowed and breed mass
the enemy within
no sword or fire
magician's handkerchiefs
but icicles
as he held his breath
they melted away
He suffocated
the day she left him
an icicle hardening in his throat
Transformation is easier when you've been caught
With the ice cube stuck in your throat
If you can hold your breath long enough for the heat of your throat
To melt the ice cube, there's no worry of suffication
The ice cube credibility test
Back of the mind
a sign of things to come
the sun and moon
a boom and a bang
that rang around the stars
bars and prison walls
scores of handcuffs
roughs up the wrists
takes the piss, the fukcing sh-it
sees fit to smother me
cover me in a mass of reptiles
piles of insects
perplex me with my own choices
no natural selection, just a rejection
of what is said, done, undone, left for
dead
Empathy is a soft sword
a knock on jelly
a whispered, whimsical word
the butter on belly
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