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The absence of silence spikes like bristles skewering mortality

Cleanse the air of spiders, flowers and floaters

Replace bilious cracks with descending dry mouthed cries

and the air with superfluous shadows selling their freedom

For a few cents, dust and three of my demons tugging at a cadaver’s heart



Follow a wind of cavernous flight like earth after the rain chases

cigar ash fear; a bullet morning expedites my impossibility

Wish two bars of white entrapment, a lilting requiem reopens

the wound of the night, bleeding like belladonna, panic in its taste

Take in its toxic tremble, heave in the shock of its swaddling clothes



The shaking of heads in disbelief, the headless in their defeat wonder

The sighs of this one bruises bones, gathering like ants around death

In a shroud of cold sweat the ugly sister of joy appears, hands gnarled

Shaped like crescent moons against a gloaming sky, mirror after mirror

bounces the same image in a crumbling sleep as hard to attain as not



In that mindsky the hollow sun bursts like a poppy – a thousand children

released – stillborn in the eye of a tremor but blown restless

Scattering discarded husks corralling around insularity and I –

I cannot hold onto this breath any longer, so let wings be seized by darkness

and my body fall like a burning cross into blinding synesthesia.



NJP 8 December 2004