I came to that key hole and decided
I was leaving once the key turned in the lock.
The post stacking up the vales twisting in twine
the tea full of emptied out sympathy
A tongue tied lover surrendering flags
like the fading light of the condescending Day.
Emptying out a caddy
a life once based on cigarette card which i now frame
telephone premonitions the poster girl alive
she’s in the corner of the room again
the invention of the full stop a day away.
Intervention , the steam room
I’m checking out and leaving.
Emptying out a caddy a life once
based on cigarettes card I now frame.
All the wrong turns turned out to be right.
Diction ripped apart by ritualistic obsessions
and hand drawn archetypes.