We could meet privately
just you and me
discuss the burning issue
Throw some light...
slice it to the bone
peel back faciae
reveal hands
Beans all over the floor...
don't take it personally
this veiled naked
ugly sham
Heavy air...
seas of uncertainty
ethical rotisserie
and quicksand
Olympic quick steps noted...
wry puppet slit smile glides on soft leather shoes
you know we also
do in grey
Cement...
one
for each
foot
Just sayin...
image: Tempest digitised painting detail jeffree skewes
There is much to like about this poem. I enjoyed the pared back style and the pace.
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