HEALTH SURFACE


Places of sickness nurse me cold, 
Attendant whiteness glare in the dark, 
Straighte n out the winding sheet 
Twisted round in poorest dreams. 

Shattered proofing of the lost, 
Splinter shackled, little wounds 
Of cruelty and truth, they tie 
The one way sickness up inside. 

Regressive smile, a baby's laugh, 
A learnt contortion of the mouth, 
Places of laughter leave me cool, 
Hot fire dying down to ash. 

Beauty breezes through so swift, 
Endless roundabout of grief. 
Not much to ask, a rightful place 
Where nothing matters, but can touch 
Without a sinking heart, this sigh 
Could be the wind among the leaves. 

This pain does not belong to me, 
They've taken everything away 
To nurse the sickness of loss, 
Instilled with fear and bleachy guilt 
Impatient winds up in her cloth. 

The tired shoes are splitting up 
With weighty promises of love, 
Waiting for the last to fall away 
Buckle noose around the strap 
All that separates the flesh 
From green grass or sinking mud. 

Stagnating, knowing the delusion, 
Clean sheets waiting for a body, 
Slapped into life and slowly gutted. 

A place of sickness is to die in 
Tired of cruelty and lying, 
Drip-fed tears of the forsaken. 

They say,"We'll soon have you up and walking". 
Took the prison for a stronghold. 
Took the lies for a love-song. 
Paid for life on a shoe-string.

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