Blue Black we’ve been attacked
while the blood
runs slow, and
veins awaken
from their padded cells
nowhere left to go
in this mess of flesh
bubbled and bust
their reason for being is lost
in this unfed soul
Baubles they droop
and wormwood lies spooked
Stocking tops goose flesh raw
there’s a shock in store,
scheming, sweeping vistas of flesh gone awry
swollen madness echoes a time gone by
Do not be fooled
by these cloud bathing blues
marbles loosen
their understanding of darkness and delight
Shadows sent to protect from what’s above
it’s nearer now
this time of year,
falling faster deeper ever near
Birds sleep while carousels weep
mashed up dreams of open heath
cemeteries begin to speak
cobwebs crumble to delicate dust
and nerves escape their jars to confront
the beast which lies beneath
whose breath whimpers a seagull’s call
Ivy reaches skin’s palest palette
for the intricate tattoo
Mere figures trapped in a machine
which will not be renewed.
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