Hinges
We walked
with hinged smiles
Through man-made
wreckage
The clawing
and pawing
The
desperate howls
Explosions
of remorse
Whenever
they grew close
We would
blend as one
Human
parentheses
Afraid of
their touch
Ashamed of
their needs
We passed
through this detritus
This Verdi-Gris
whisper of humanity
Until we
reached sanctuary
Free of
mind and memory
Warmth
flooding through us.
Chain
He lies on
his semen stained mattress
Sickly womb
light stumbles through his curtains
Casting
pallid symphonies on his gaunt facade
In his mind
He sees a
falcon
Drawing a
muddy streak through the azure sky
He longs to
be like that falcon
To be truly
free
Not chained
to his murderer
His silent
assassin
The falcon
descends
Its prey in
sight
The pale
man reaches for his belt
A tear
kissing his cheek.
Neighbourhood
That woman
could hang up her laundry each morning
With her
suburban facelift
With her
self-preservation
As if she
was pasting up the sails of her clipper
As if the
wind would blow through the sheets
Taking
every drop of blood and regret with it
But I knew
I knew what
went on in that
-House-
That she
called a home
I listened
through the walls
I heard the
howls and moans
I heard the
screams and sighs
I heard the
fucking and the fighting and the filth and the fury
I heard the
innocence dying
Every night
the innocence dying
I saw the
looks on the children’s faces
When they
left for school in the morning
Fixed
smiles frozen from fear
Not daring
to look back
In case he
was following them
In case he
hadn’t satisfied himself
He needed
more
I saw the
look in their eyes
Please
don’t let my friends find out
Please
don’t let my friends find out
I knew what
went on in that house
I’d see him
watering his garden
His semen
stained boxers
His bare
chest
He’d water
those plants every day
Even in the
rain
Hoping life
would grow outside
While
inside it died.
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