cigarettes an abbreviation

to thoughts darkening,

a twist of  cyanide,

crushed camel packet dropped

too many smoked

mouth stale not as nature intended,

parked up

windows hazed slightly,

those words he had written down

being spoke to no one,

he could not bring himself to knock

and apologize,

over thinking a problem

made it only worse,

could they make up

or would leaving six years be easier,

he wished to be painting that

green wall again,

had she seen his car

panic a dense butterfly fluttered,

one glance a mans shape

at the downstairs window,

sudden confirmation

jerked ignition started and left

he had photographs

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Comments
  1. toniiprado says:

    Clawfish, your poetry is thriving, looks like if Baudelaire is having a dialogue with Bukowski. It has rhythm and that’s all in any text. Has a lot of urban stuff and contrasts somewhat with what I usually write here in Brazil (personal, familiar, a small town thing). Your text is dense, with all these objects talking about feelings, anda being the feelings. Can you cut it with a knife!

    Very glad you liked my blog (http://juroqueeoultimo.wordpress.com/).

    Feel free to see more!

    Greetings from Brazil.

  2. adeeyoyo says:

    ‘…sudden confirmation…’ of having suspicions confirmed… I can relate to the feelings of hurt and shock because there is an underlying hope that one is wrong. Nice writing, Chris.

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