looping over and around

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Lying beneath the casket was a gym slip
and a little tutu
A pink cheap crimping of cotton
in a classic ballet style

In the coffin, of course
lay a child
black ribbons in her hair
crisp and still

Mother was terribly stricken
and stiff also, as though fried and dried
in movement
holding back from movement
and a quick shudder
Occasionally she’d spit

There’d been camping trips
together
hours by streams
the best places to stay
noisily wet and never ending
a pillow and a biscuit and sit and listen
stare at the flies
silent above the roar of water

Bitten twice she’d turned and died
in mother’s arms
anaphylaxis
shock
they’d said, summing up the body’s response
to nature

Would it ever end
Oh it just did

burning similarities

essthesa

Storms a blister
swollen oaf hanging
go around
as long as possible
but engulfed
pissed on head
and back and trouser front
endure the moment
huddle a tree
go
soaked
mount the road
stride
sodden pumping
a heart of warmth
bolting within
head pelt through grey distance
high wind summit
peak
nothing to lose
arrive home
no need for shower

try blocking her

mona

Leaking out of the spout
Poured the gold in the fold
of the crisp white sheet.
Money borrowed
stolen too
broken promise
made to you
got the money
off and trot
to a cell
with the lot
mine all mine
know it’s true
rot in hell
nothing new
but wait hang
what’s this behold
a pang of mischief
root so old
pulse in arse
shuddering
quivering maybe
giving in
feeling wave
nausea too
breaking body
trouble true
guilty cry
the shame the pain
falling certain
lying lame
cannot live
the blame the blame
of doing nothing
with the rein
…now its over
come unglued
lie
under you

computer never grow

macblock

jelly-like substance
green and salty
a little girl daubed her finger
and scraped more from nose to tongue
a brickbat had landed, there at her feet
solid pressed hefty and crude
a tool impossible to fathom, the size of a head
pushing it with her foot, the war raged all about

pushing

hunters-in-the-snow

charlie lingered beneath the apple tree
pulled out a knife and cut a name in the bark
julie
the blade slipped several times
in so doing blood covered hands
the rain began to fall
heavy pitter patter on thick leaves

stuffed time

monnt

drunk again and blundering
a small amount of urine staining the trouser front
lips dribbled with spit
and a crystal tear glistened the nose
silence fell and stooped to lay on the floor
warm universe absorbing the fall from grace