Kristen de Kline #144 On a silent plain (thanks Rob. S.)

I
on a silent plain
the lawless lie scattered

another blow to the head
a crackling in the heart

how many doctors scans X-rays witness
statements legal reports do you need

a surge of chemicals, a circuitry reeks
fear,     something
shuts
down

how many times have I said:
I can't bloody     remember

II
on a silent plain
the lawless, we whisper our dreams
to the stars, read our poems out loud:

loving, (not) loving
#why I stayed
locations undisclosed
your slap on the wrist
the Pitbull you should have on retainer
the Gods   oh, how they smile
the bursts of colour   still
bleeding across amethyst skies
leaving, (not) leaving

III
on a silent plain, we scribble down lists:
everyone we love     and those
we     don't
anymore

when we meet up again, we box in
the past,     what remains:

framed texta art, Patti Smith books, photograph albums
DVD collections: Wentworth, Prisoner,  Bad Girls

I load up the boot, flatten the back-seat
nab Patty Hearst and the Sex Pistols

drive up the Monash, speeding all the way
pull in to Lawless at 2:38 am     fall

asleep     under sunshine rays
the aroma of clove cigarettes,

vanilla-scented candles

slowly     burning

on the silent plains,
lawlessly

smile, slap

slow
burn