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Desolation Alley
Desolation Alley
a weak light rises over the chimneys
the grass is the colour of piss
smog prises its fingers into bronchial lungs
a dog with three legs barrels down the street
curtains stained with inquisitive glances
stare out at the paperboy on a rusty bike
a cat crawls under a red Cortina parked on bricks
November exhales a grey breath on the windows
inside
...Sunday 24th November 2013 7:46 pm
The Cocoon
The curtains a cocoon
which I have outgrown
crushing me
though I dare not venture out
my wings maimed
by an internal eternity.
Some days they open
as the sunlight shines
and snow falls
yet it remains a parallel world
a door to an unfamiliar universe
remains locked.
Even inside plates pile up
like a porcelain possum
they ...
Monday 21st January 2013 1:36 pm
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