The Approach

Where lays your mother
child in cloud
‘She stays with another
Her surrogate surrounds’

So grey her patina
son of smog
‘No way have you seen her
alone in fog’

Why are you crying
bastard sky?
‘A sigh for the dying
the last hidden lie’

Bitten by bitterness
you slip from sight
‘Witness winter
Sip at night that surrounds
Drink down coming fright
or in bitumen drown’

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3 thoughts on “The Approach

  1. thefeatheredsleep says:

    This one is exquisite

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