Damsel Fly

"You're flailing away these years.
Revealed as a potent clarity,
"From top hats to turn coats and back again!
Never an answer truer at that,
Absent fathers live longer,
Like the stress of coupling,
Strung along the shopping centre,
Your mothers hand in mine,

In an age of consent immobilised,
Wincing extremes smeared to a factory floor,
Pebble dash the edges,
And wait for a real,
Damaging exertion,

Cop your favourite feel,
Dilapidated rhythms,
Concrete along the passing place,
"You ask me for a postcard whenever I leave!

She bears those teeth and bacteria rejoice,
Legions as a queue,
Confetti in your honour,
And a carriage for your guts,
We spun back the skin coat,
And left you for dead in the valley,

Rejoice!
For heaven has an answer as clear as¦
¦no,
Simple and effective,
Harnessing an impact as dear as a¦
¦fist,
"You ask me for a postcard whenever I leave!

Freedom outside of a repeated rejoice!

"You ask me for a postcard whenever I leave!

To be published in Decanto (Masque Publishing) October 07 issue