revision
Naked in my
Living room
I fell the cold no longer
My eye-lids weighed down by words
Facts of cases
Where the appellant
Long since died
Frozen in time
Immortalised
In the pages of
All England
Death watches over me
Waiting
With her soft, clinical smiles
And her chemical kisses
Perversely
I long for the afternoon
The two hour silence
In honour of no-ones death
But my own
I can aura-watch
Unperturbed
By video camera eyes
Words fly
Around and around
My butterfly net forgotten
I will spit out my nothing
Onto the page
And carelessly sign my name
Then run
In floods
To the cubicle
To bleed
Today I will die
As always
A hundred little deaths
I will mourn the loss
Of each flake of skin
And each glimmer of
Hope
With each line of ink
on the paper
and each incision
on me
I can see myself changing
And I see it best
Through my poetry
Copyright 1999 by _sPiDerBaBy_
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