Poem 66

I like this, it’s got good movement …

( nice half-rhyme on back facts … I like my invention of pain birds … and lights through rain manifesting the same smeared glimmer as jewels … )

I Imagine Dying

as losing your footing on life

I imagine dying
as coming out of your socket
bleeding back facts

I imagine dying
as pain having a breakdown
    as flocks of pain birds cracking into windows

I imagine dying as jewellery
lights through rain

I imagine I imagine
racing over the hill in a car
saying
         this isn't the place