Sunday, 10 April 2016

Part X

(NB. A third of the way through already. This piece is about power and how you use it)

Part X

The air whistled with electrons
Bursting like a bottle
Minus it’s sparkle,

As Ghana looked
At Andy

Then Michelle

‘Where did you find him
Are all upsiders so stupid?’

Without looking
Into the shadows
‘He was the saviour
at Anchor of the ridge
and stopped
the snip
upside at Pic’

choking slightly
on dusk
Ghana coughed
‘I know of you’
thrashing her lips together
like she had
just witnessed
a crucifixion on a hill.

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