Poem 150
Sometimes life looks like this …
( if I was to start picking things out I’d have to quote the whole poem … I think all the images here are visual vivid and strong … )
Condition Of The Heart
Light drains across the sky days lego one to the other a thin slice of dream caught in the clip feel the jellimeat softness of your brain ripening your body being torn to tassellated strips darkness opens its mouth down to the horizon the hydrogen sunrise of death waiting on the waterline your voice is a hinge feet dead in your shoes hardbacked hands rolling dried flowers into white paper how slow it is this process breaking your own heart