David Bowie’s departed on the 10 January 2016.
At the centre of it all a candle still burns.
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Tag: poetry
the space behind the chalk
above her number plates
circular on the road
transparent on the window
the bottom of the trolley
on the buddha’s back
over the whole truck
behind an open sign
before the milk’s poured in
inside the lining of her boots
underneath the ‘specials’
the cover for an ashtray
a jacket sitting on the seat
between lips on a straw
the letter Z on a box
the lid of a bottle of booze
a tray glued to the wall
a pale plate stacked on blue
.
what a time we’ve had
the piano playing
as the bass strummed
the yelling neighbours
Louder Later Longer
the red wine sipping
pink teeth
stained lips
the fish that caught you
baking the oven
what a time we’ll have
when finally
the kiss allows to lips
and my bed
sweats into your pores
the fish eating us alive
writhing in its skin as
blue eyes are thrown back in
what a time I’m having
in a pond drenched
with music and rose
my body filling my head
with hands
senses torturing
a repetitive song
longing grasping itself
while trying to shake
salt into the flesh of dinner
what a time I’ve had
the wine pouring itself
from one cup
into one mouth
the bed warming itself
on one side
She take the poem, placing hair
Between an ear and two fingers, lies
It between her legs
Waits for alliteration
An altercation occurs in her chest, lost rhythm
In her thighs compressed, a stanza
incomplete
