Illustration

I can take the hardened way
believing the picture you have
is my illustration of Alice

but the blisters on my feet have burst
and I don't spoil for a fight
I just want to rest

You click your fingers
the sound of control
the smell of extinction

You're indecent
a mule of a guest
a fragment bolstered to wholeness

Let's pull the curtains
sit in the dark
think back to before


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I was looking in the window of Smith's
when the bus came
and went
Half-an-hour to wait
in the rain
The 2nd broke down in Kenton
another 30 minutes

We talked homework and love and exams and future
Crashed on the floor
Burned a hole in the sheet

That lost hour still haunts
A headless ghost
confused
vengeful



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