3.11.10

Between last night and the 2pm train...

No thoughts. Only cigarette butts and cold sheets...

Between Last Night and the 2pm Train
Never so much death
Had I seen in one place
It clung like a shroud
Across the nights face

I search as I lay here
For some thrashing of thunder
To light up the atmosphere
And shake the sky that I’m under

Listless and cold
In the devils dreamy embrace
I used to be bold
Not suspended in space

It hurts in a way
It didn’t before
My heart keeps the beat
Down my back rake the claws

The softness clings close
Like an icy dead breeze
It lingers the most
When there’s no one but me

There’s a threat in the silence
The science
Of pain and perversion
Chaffing at the gates of my humanity

They’re gyrating in cages
Prophets singing their praises
Sweaty sex
Muscles flex

Kiss me quick
Between my legs
While children make
The soldiers beg

Today my friends
It does depend
Pledge allegiance
 This is the end.

© Saskia Kelly

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