Tuesday, 6 December 2011

Top Of My Head

Liquid limo wrong turn
Blocked in and backed concern
A pale driver
Empty passenger seat
Uncorked bottles thrown
On Broadway
A street


Two clowns
Rice and noodles
Go after la belle
And la belle Normande
In penury
In plaintive breaths
They pick at a carcass
Discarded in season

It is seasoned

They come
From dark to
Flick and get me
Outta bed and
Putting the brandy back
Carry a black sac
Hot water scrub
Pulled out of my mother

Relived bloated childhood.

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