Beautiful sulk

 

 

Part 1

 

I’ll revel

in the moment

when my brother

has a son,

single life –

I do not wish

to go on.

Dislocated

dislocation,

a puppet with

bones were I –

a skeleton with eyes

I bow.

And my crown

cut from my body

and used

as

a

heavy weight

to sink ships

and crush

the coral reef

whilst

the epidemic feeds.

On the fishes

under rocks in disguise,

some without mothers –

some younger than others –

some in a blitzkrieg war

of their own.

And its crazy

to say

but they’re drowning,

its crazy to see

that they’re buffering –

like all things nowadays,

is that what we do

when we’re sleeping?

When we’re weeping,

I expired and lost my voice

 

G’night

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Part 2

 

I am different

than in the deadly heat

of one month ago.

Still –

suffocating

as I was before my

summer in love.

I see dusk

outside my window

and new flowers opening

after reincarnation –

forgetting death.

The loose petals

that have bitten the dust

are sewn –

into a secure bouquet

and await the growth

of the amazon

where they meet.

In a virtual Brazil,

a place full of unwell wit.

A raid on future life

like I had never felt depression.

A raid on future life

considered paralysis –

and dare I say a luxury.

Pencil prescriptions –

milligrams seen as

a number of hierarchy,

the enthusiastic support

is not enough to

sedate me,

as I’m catapulted

into another test.

Septic tears

serve to bribe

through paralytic times,

feeding the veins –

splitting the crust

on sewer waters.

Contamination

at it’s strongest in

my darkest hour,

with nothing more

than a silver spoon beside

my bed.

My reflection –

 

obsolete.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

zack Robinson

 

 

 

 

 


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One Response to Beautiful sulk

  1. Stephanie Luka says:

    utterly captivating – i adore

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