Maggie Emmett
Maggie Emmett
Aug 6, 2014      Aug 8, 2014

You breathed your last breath from the air
in this room;
that threadbare Persian carpet
holds flakes from your skin;
hairs from your head
corkscrew the dented cushions
scattered and idly waiting on the sofa;
bed linen scented with your sweat
the goose down doona that stole
your last warmth;
sleep spit and tears
human moisture that permeates
the acrylic layers of your pillow;
an eyebrow hair wedged in the tweezers;
a clipped nail that flew off
somewhere out of sight;
that new toothbrush used only once;
your flannel and towel still drying out;
the wet press footprint on the bathroom mat;
the talcum powdered slippers
abandoned under the brass bed.
Each moment of everyday
we shed ourselves
shed dead cells and renew -
a cycle of shedding
until the last
shedding of ourselves.


               © M.L. Emmett

Forensic Science programs seemed to be everywhere and I minutely explore my grief in an unusual way
Nihl
Nihl
Jul 18, 2013

Maybe I’ll never make a good father,
the world has shown me it’s ugly face.
I see things too logically,
too realistically.
The things I’ve done and seen,
my dark sense of humour,
twisted sources of entertainment
and sexuality.
My sedated emotions
and even my choice of forensics profession
all these things probably makes me
a pretty bad father,
bad husband,
bad boyfriend…
And probably
a bad person.

N.H.

You left fingerprints on my heart.
Damn blood is everywhere

Crime of passion
Guilty of love
Sentenced to Life!
Up against the wall!
Someone get the handcuffs
James Wisp
Aug 11, 2011

A retroactive reconstruction of
whats forgotten forms what’s real.
We rob and steal
past transgressions,
but what happens
when the  mechanisms making memories
twist elegantly toward
the ego?

Jodie LindaMae
Jodie LindaMae
Sep 26, 2014

The candles on my birthday cake
Are a body count.

forensic scientists
K Balachandran
K Balachandran
Dec 10, 2011

your nail marks,
forensic scientists
would remark
as fatal attacks!

a foot-state forensic statue of in-
softcomponent
softcomponent
Nov 24, 2013

the slam poets demise before
a foot-state forensic statue of in-
vest-in-grey-tongues cutes me in
to 5 different  animal high-rises

(like he meant it)

ll we drown together in deep lagoons of forensic cognitions, my seductress of medieval e
David Barr
David Barr
Feb 15, 2014

Shall we drown together in deep lagoons of forensic cognitions, my seductress of medieval echelons?
As your mouth is already full, I strongly recommend that you masticate that which you initially intended to ingest.
We could become spellbound by the moon. What do you think my Vedic chant of austere arrhythmias?
I suggest that we simply need to interact without reserve amidst this toxicity of inhibition. The sound of the violin is hauntingly beautiful as it conveys literary intensity.

Who forensic wonder
Raymond Crump
Raymond Crump
Jun 19, 2011

Who are who look
Through gazed window
Attention glazed whom
        None knew who steal
        Care sought answer
Who mute at window move

Slight shadow
Droplet tears
Lost city ghost

Who forensic wonder
Who cutaway found
Uncertain broken ground
Cloud circling shark

Shards of thought
Diamond scratch the glass
Weekend wilted grass view
Litter blown listless below

The weighted cloth
The china clog
The fireplace tiles
Cold as dead stars.



dec 2009

 
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