June Collage Poem - Negatives
Riots in another Eden, Eve’s tearful funeral,
Her truth was a lie and was all about Eve
Caged across anonymous affairs
Over poetic contexts in fragmented narratives
Through expectant open-mouthed pockets where paradise
Would never be the same again
Eve has escaped the serpent
But not its bite, she chases the dragon now
The blackened souls will always rule,
But not in the back yards of Accrington town
A face, ghostly face,
My little girl and me
Life of us left.
Love blushes. Spiders swim in web.
Silent discos, joyriders, funereal laughter, virgin queens:
Negatives become positives; positives become negatives.
In cashew fields, with dormant grace
She sweeps up confetti amongst rusty chairs.