Poetry Blogs (kitchen)

A single knife in the kitchen sink.

Its warm blade, used and discarded.

Fresh liquid dissipates gently into the water,

transferring its fragile bond away from the solitary metal.

The gentle waves wash over its sharp edges,

Whilst its owner viciously scrubs at their hands in the pale water.

Once full of dominance and purpose,

It lies there, useless and despised, ...

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I look at you

You don’t look back

You can’t hear what I’m saying

Blinkered, you start to backtrack

Into your world of playthings

I wish you’d join me

You never know what you might see.

A thousand fountains – a million forms of ecstasy

A trillion ways to make your brain cells dance

But you won’t even try, your pupils are too blind

I’ll speak to

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I look at you

You don’t look back

You can’t hear what I’m saying

Blinkered, you start to backtrack

Into your world of playthings

I wish you’d join me

You never know what you might see.

A thousand fountains – a million forms of ecstasy

A trillion ways to make your brain cells dance

But you won’t even try, your pupils are too blind

I’ll speak to

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