Sunday, June 14, 2015

Jonathan Beale- A Poem

Characters in a room

Overfull overstocked – blocked
People from places
In situations - frozen in time
Unlit cigarettes tools to muse with
Porcelained life – slipping away
Against a ‘still life’ from a window
Varying symbols characters & signs
Stacked and hoarded in corners
In case
The inks blood dries and congeals
The charaters have no means
The outer being between  
The ghost in the machine
Until the ghost
is just left
Alone have taken the fraction
To the last place.   

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