Monday, 28 March 2011

Flower Looked Through My Window


That summer flower looked through my window


I was cold


My dancer's body, skin close to bone


A face on a stem


The noises at night


Bed cold and sharp as my limbs cut into it


Voices I'd lay and wait for


Stay in my head in day time jeering


Ground and air rough around me


Only pain keeping me awake


If I fell no one would save me


I had to save myself


And if I fell I would break


Then time to lay again


The outside got in


Crowd buzzing inside


Through holes as I was fading


How could I eat


With a belly closed and sour with anger


If it was vanity that would be easy


As you look through foggy eyes


Listen to me


Just let me sleep.



2010


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