Sunday, 1 May 2016


I died
But you picked pieces of broken ornament
From the kitchen floor

You stuck me in a jar
Remained transfixed to the screen
Dissecting bits and pieces
To document for the world to see

You inflated me like a balloon
filled with jugs of brewed bitter black coffee
In hopeless pursuit
That I may recover

I died
I died
Along with your knowledge and truth
And the sweetened scent of you

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