a poem of those removed from their mouths
zip up the anorak try
and stay hid, if the
radars don’t get you
the people’s -
contagion will, there’s
rhetoric and words -
harsh as sticks, bullying
at every tier and tearful
how we all hang from
the gallows of each
other’s judgements,
there’s a glass outhouse
in all of us, come stone
me with accusation
expect missiles back,
watch the facades crack
there’s hurtful and there’s
spite, trolls are for real
and continue to kill from
laptop despicable bridges
best to keep underneath
to keep unheard, there’s
a hearse with your name -
emblazoned should it find you -
in a ditch of don’t notice,
ignore me as the swarm
passes crowded ideals
ill fitted and noisy
and the stance they try to
preach from is too full of
holes, and the flags that
are waved are cocksure -
and loaded, goading those
quiet to further endure
silence, endurance until
history becomes tombstones
suture me quick to keep
the voice closed, thumb
under and stay there
without opinion
stay dumb or at least
with no preference and numb,
no point or view to irritate the hive,
hide in bland bludgeoned programmes
the polls are saying
subdue, you won’t
be counted just fodder
for lonely to prowl
don’t choose or no other option,
think yourself part of disunity
and aberration when albion is
reckless and caring is scarce
you’re a monitored statistic
a digit to be disgraced,
button up dissent and
prolong queuing
confiscate living let
freedom sing its jailed song,
pity those everywhere
all elsewhere is futile
knot yourself up in
straight jacket ties
expect medication soon
borrow from yesterday
tomorrow is not expected to live
appear once
like the frugal crocus
goes unseen mostly
then gone as its
colour collapses
like us in the draughty
sighed loneliness
trying to catch
spare moonbeams whilst fading
the view is certain of
falling, failing
no rain would
be returning
a gaze of
once
an echo
a copy of the mirror’s glaze
fits eyelids
well and woods them
fewer times are spent being happy, now is being archived root-and-delved-all
ephemeral
like i said, love, once
its gasp never
reoccurred again
eyesore-inflict
two tongues
later, one
inescapable-breath-catch
and the ribcage
a supposed source of,
derelict, unsaid
hollow mauves
did their best to
bliss, to buRn off ether
man shaped in a
shadow, twist on out
from its laid-there-bare-alcove
there is not enough
sleep to make my
filled up carcass numb’r
watch the ceiling
pool with light that
can’t seem much darker
slain there on pillows
on cotton altars, bit
thru with stars
mouth made
wordlessness to fall back-
wards into
you have taken
me by the anchor by
the only talkative root
severed
the floor
i exist from
bored beige and
walls accept
head hit
for all the
mind’s starriness
a universe diminishes