Sunday 7 September 2014

A feeling


Turn these stones
into bread


Chocolate lime dissolves in burnt mouth

Snail eggs open in the compost heap


The wrong half's naked
as the bulb stutters off

Orange lip skirts
slug with blackest eyestems
shrinking in

Crying without suffering
a thing a name
might stick to


flash
of excruciating empathy

Hands
will not conduct
tenderness

She
looks
down

Tears
wait at lids heavy
enough for the drop

3 comments:

  1. The devilish challenge -- "turn these stones into bread" -- might seem less cynical were there a lot of stones about, and no bread.

    But was not that then exactly the case?

    Can it be the devil was simply talking good sense?

    There are many mysteries.

    (I suppose the devil probably said that too, awful tease that he was... is?)

    Broken hands here will not easily conduct keystrokes, let alone tenderness.

    What would Jesus do & c.

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  2. What would Jesus do, indeed

    As dark and deep as the quarry, may sound. As amusing as the joke about it be - darkness seems far more promising than daylight

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  3. Old Nick's a decent enough economist.

    As far as the light's concerned, it all depends on what the day holds.

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