Hidden away in the corner of the child’s eyes
She imagined he was dead,
And so created in her head, the horror show.
Where the maggots infested, he turned black
Screwing inside his left pupil, his right nostril.
In the park of the playful, the park lay still, just as he did.

And for a second time stopped,
But it felt like years of peering.
Behind this childlike prison,
The rusty bars suited the situation.

His half smile was frozen but I felt it move,
Expecting him to struggle dead (alive)
Like the nightmare of failed anaesthetics.
Screaming from inside, all gone unnoticed,
Just the sticky breeze, attached to his aura,
And Going nowhere.

And there I read all about it.
In my local black and white newspaper
Considering his black heart, his white contorted face.
Then everything was a shoulder brush away,
Seeming natural to unnatural things
We just carry on.

05/02/2005

Author's Note: umm, i have no idea why or where this came from.

Posted on 05/02/2005
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