Before the Pictures
A distinct feeling
As if legs going weak
An urge to meet
…talk things when
…talk things when
There’s nothing
To talk about
All these burgeoning
Like a pressed throat
Or a suffocating mouse
Or a suffocating mouse
Waiting to let out
Æons of tremors
Crash out in whispered nothings
Or wasted words
Or wasted words
In arches, in cool shade
Canopied by dress and leather
Silence meets waiting
Take your pick: it's one
Take your pick: it's one
Dizzy thing after another chore.
(28 Aug, 2013)
