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Poetry

in utero waste

24 October 2018

i’ve seen it all
I’ve touched the wall
I’ve felt the ball
I’ve smelt the crawl

red, in veins swarming
white, in brain forming
blue, in nails warning
catheter, in heart reforming

in these crumpled bricks of homes
holding whips of thoughts in domes
passed by ten thousand garden gnomes
fear is crawling in my bones

close the light and touch me, sleep
tie myself down to my feet
pain my needles in arms deep
while i reach my mind so steep

red white blue gold
silver
copper
yellow
mold

do you feel her one last breath
hold her touch her raise her, death
earth worms crawl up from my brain
saving now is all in vein

hold
held
forgot
forgotten

Mrs Doyle, make sure you pick up that kettle from the stovetop!
Mrs Doyle,
Mrs Doyle!

Walking down the musky lane
holding tight to his cocaine
give her one second of fame
touch my genitals in shame

Hard parquetry, head is banging
fangs in my legs tangling
holding sight of the wall hanging
her hair in your hands is dangling

Mrs Sinead, I can’t come to mind after your children today,
I will announce my resignation shortly.

Pills on kitchen benches, swimming
Fear in utero is dimming
God’s gift wishes to be slimming

hold
held
forgot
forgotten

downtrodden


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