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the Maldiva did suck-start
my Grieving Heart
blew weightless
silence
skinless kisses
filled
my brain's membranes
her anchor sank
& all attempts at flight
were lost
Mr Rick sensed
Dismal Vestal
yet I failed
to whisk myself away
the nick of time
turned open wound
it's hard to heal
when Weird sets in
you criss-cross
steril-strips
a trellis meant
to mend
soul's scarred
black salt rubbed
blueish stain
of bruise & numb
shackled so
you wait
at amber lights
the psycornutic
drogue chute
drags you down
to where you strum
the paralytic
blues
until she's upped & gone
the Witch
draws down
the Moon
shows me her
borrowed balconette
she says
she wants to
take my mind
off things
& you & me?
we must have
lunch sometime
especially now
there is so much
unravelling to do
or still undo
25th February 2017