Sustenance

You feed me your own
Misera-
Invisa-
bility…

in the trinity of sun, moon, stars

always in descending order.

I drifted around the floor, cold,
Wrapped myself in a fuzzy dressing-gown
And ignored the crumbs infecting my feet.
You lost your lunch all over the floor,
and screamed about it-
Obscenities like “shut the fuck up!” if I opened my mouth.

The days just sit around on the backs of chairs,
bad posture,
waiting for you to slap some sense into them.
Your fan your bad smell all over the globe
and the countries die like flies.

I was caught between your teeth with nowhere to go.

Ah, but your eyes pinpointed my skin,
needlepricks

like a blow to the nervous system.

My dressing-gown cried alone at night.

December ’05

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This blog is the collection of my poetry and prose, in chronological order from most recent to oldest.

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