Wide mouth, like an 'o'
A cawing vulture, cut me
Laughter. Funny.
In the kitchen stabbing up
the flowers on the board
Sliced. He pricked a finger.
I put water in the vases.
Robot.
Light a candle near your picture,
And I smile, just a glimpse
Pretend I'm in the room alone.
So many people, standing
in the doorways of your home
Flooding back and forth
Flashing diamond teeth
I pick myself up and tap
Upstairs
Covers stolen from your bed
It s
h
a
k
e
s
me, sob and tear
I remember, tall hedge rows
You told me to glance and see
I am.
I am.
And time is lost, away
I shy... I'm shy-
Without wanting any hand
I grieve.
Could I say with any other words
They can't hear?
Giggling hard glee
Nothing's meant, I know
I'd rather disappear
to fields of stop light poppies
and streams so light and flowing
and listen to hey ho,
and feel that you're not
Going.
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To me it reads like a person living a life they aren't really satisfied with, I like the way you use the flowers here.
