Sunday, 2 November 2014

A Poem: Pavements Lead to Places


Dim rooms
shadows on windows and floors

Tinted cries

girls in costumes
girls in thighs
guys in suits and
obsessions with ties

Cold breathing
corridors
smoke sinking
mismatched shoes
positioned on
grim floorboards
absent footsteps
long at deaths door

dim
laughter and cries

mirror mirror
reflecting blood  
and flickering lashes
grown over empty eyes
lipstick coating
sadness

empty coats
in full rooms
 skin coloured rugs
laying over creaking floors

Flesh and Blood
suffocating in
 vampire make up
tight tops
replacing skin
gold chains
adorn transparent necks

solid walls
enclose
girls made of sheets
who can’t eat cakes
or buy books
they can talk
to crawling insects
who can’t report
stories heard
and walls have
no
ears
mouths

futures paused
mid-tune
slowly rewinding back to
dependency
can’t walk alone
on pavements
giggle at movies
be popcorn kissed

Commodities bought across
the Transatlantic
new ribbons new flesh
unbroken bones

rooms
give shape
to tattered lives
marks on walls
are silent
symbols
of life

radios have voices
but
listen – feel our own
let it
unwrap
 painted exterior
bare liberated
Flesh and Blood

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