Sunday, 15 October 2017

Cornered



Hey there old man     are you afraid
the boy on the bicycle            your crayon face
the girl with the eyes              on the wall behind you
not the only one          full of matter and space
And in this basement where bones 
pile higher and  higher
The avalanche of whispers will one day 
deny you    
the walking death          you left too late
the boy on the bicycle            he is laughing away
no one can save what is already 
departed
and what you thought finished 
only just started


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