The snow recuses itself from the grass, but
retains my sole, though my
thoughts are salted with
such impurities the snow
should surely melt.
The snow recuses itself from the grass, but
retains my sole, though my
thoughts are salted with
such impurities the snow
should surely melt.
Do you know you are a GIF in
someone’s Performance Art? The
gold in your blue uniform glittering in
old sun, your hot-pants emphasising your
long dark legs, your
silver batons never quite
twirled above your
shy smile.
But then we are all a GIF in
someone’s mind, some moment
burnt, looped in the soul, some
mannerism eternally annoying, some
gesture that caught in the throat, a
split second when the mask slipped, and
your face cracked open with a
shy smile.
Sometimes I feel like a Failed State
ringed by impassable mountains,
snow-bound or sun-blasted, good only for
one thing which is now exhausted, the
mines closed, the factories boarded up, the
currency debased and worthless,with
prissy NGO’s up my arse, a
lack of basic sanitation, the smell
creeping up valleys to warn the neighbours to
steer clear, the ‘phones cut off,
loans called in, knockings on the door and a
kind of heaving in the chest of
despair and freedom.
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