..
Hollow conversations,
toxic smiles,
coarse laughter,
spew foul odours,
of consumption,
over finely crafted hors d’oeuvres.
Pouring aperitifs,
down insatiable mouths,
eating,
drinking,
screwing,
deadened flesh,
against numbed skin.
Escaping, breathless,
stealing momentary respite,
within, deep within,
silent, peaceful, whole,
while more canapes are served,
and,
banality re-fuelled
“The Burning of Manuscripts” published in the February 2013 issue of SnakeSkin WebZine
“The Burning of Manuscripts” published in the February 2013 issue of “SnakeSkin WebZine”
1.
Scattered shards of being,
strewn here, there.
Fragmented memories, rootless,
piercing everyday.
2.
Eternally exiled,
a cast-away on the edge of sanity,
incapable of remaining,
at rest,
yet unable to depart,
with no shore beckoning,
no voice calling.
3.
Eternally exiled,
promises of tomorrow,
squandered,
leaving a meagre pittance,
on which to cling.
4.
Eternally exiled,
regrets of years drowned,
vanished,
devoured by ceaseless whirlpools.
5.
Eternally exiled,
aching to shed,
wounded yesterdays,
yet,
condemned by memory to live yesterday today,
tomorrow.
6.
Eternally exiled,
no home exists,
but this momentary place,
fleeting, insecure, unsure,
a permanent abode,
of the eternal exile
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