a few more words
coming
going
waiting
moving
the writing on the wall is quick to fade luminous tagged
graffiti flies, fails across the brick wall adjoining Lawless Road
words birds bodies are flailing away lines are getting
blurry words are breaking
down tongues are
forked time has come and stolen
a few more words
you search for them the flying, failing, flailing words in stolen cars
lying underneath carcasses of machines suspended by a flimsy
metal jack the automobile corpse held up by wooden blocks
the tyres are already on E-Bay: I'll send the link if you want
the Victorian plates are unscrewed, I don't ask the Former People where they've
travelled to loose lips sink ships a few more
words hang out in the back pages of poetry volumes I can't locate
thrown too quickly into packing boxes <and I wake up alone>
another poem a few more words that's all I want
coming-down
going-nowhere
waiting
talk to me that's all I want
just a few more words
another line another kiss
<and I wake up alone>
a few more words coming moving
through my limbs, my body time is stealing me
away don't ask where
don't come looking
time is stealing me
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don't come looking
would also be a great beginning for a poem
You're right Kit - it's a great combo. Will have to flesh it out into a longer piece :)
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sitting in a box
in the dark
don't come looking
a few more words
resting from their perfection
Love this one too Rob - also a great beginning for a poem (like the earlier one Kit suggested) but also works well as a poem in it's own right. Cheers :)
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