Wednesday, 18 September 2013

Real

moving staircase goes on forever

leaning towers

at her shoulder

climb out the night bag

now abandon

faze out

and pick up half a clue

in sight of

stripy doubts

cactus

come and collect us

with one of him

she took my hand

door of death

dressed better for holding

mauve dyed beetles

give laugh nets for birthday

we saved for years

read the codes

hiding our best

ripe wish

turn over for

mouth to eye close

he had steaks

and cloudy reasons

to hurry home

so mask me safe

and seal the past

tied in knots inside

green bottles dated

don't fall before

early morning

spring loaded honesty

clenched on denial


 

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