(Part XXIII covers another conversation between Michelle and
Andy moving slowly and slowly towards the end game.
Our 16th guest poet is our returning friend, Meschach R Brencher
from with the second of two poems)
Biting at my ankles
Edged
membrane grey
Cluttering
across your
Every
word,
Smouldering
Before
snapping shut
Streetlight
yellow
‘You
have no choice
Andy’
Spooned
into my emotions
‘All
hell is breaking loose’
‘I don’t
understand you’
thread
inside out
‘This is
just the beginning of the end’
Inbetween
bullets
Riding
up and down
The
corridors
Inbetween
seams of dust
Contradicting
itself
Worse
than memory.
Kiss the knife
That bleeds your soul
Dark vines have a sharp
touch
Water running down
From the river
I sink underneath
The sail ship dancing
figures around
Where I cross the harbour
While the horizon floats me
in vain
Among cold feelings
Where my destination has no
arrival
Entangled in heavy vessels I
cannot escape
Forgotten like the ship
anchors
The pier watching sunset
As I close my eyes shut
Darkness the only requiem
As the light has no purpose
To see what cuts deeply in
me
Is so far away
Transparent and loathing
For eternal twilight
Sucked away by the wind
I cannot feel you
But your spirit will never leave me
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