Picked
Washed
Displayed

Attractively
Packaged

Just for
Me

Placed
Sectioned
No
Staining

Other
Compartments

Just for
Me

Advertised
With
Words

Ending
ry and ly

Flown
Within
Hours

Just for
Me

Despite
My
Disbelief

I
May
Pray

With
Words
Ending
ry and ly

For you and not just for me

I’m
Washing

Soaking
Myself
Through

How
About
You?

Kitchen
Sink

Dishwasher
Rinsing

A
River
Through

A
Clean
Life

Whilst
You
****

****
On
Your
Boots

Sterillising
Your
Roots

I’m
Washing

You're
*******

Either way, we are both wet through

Lifting
The
Lid

I
Discover
Crumbs

And
No
Substantial

Slice
Of
Life

Bag
Packed
And
Placed
Between
Legs

Controlled
By
Knees
Buckling
­
Backside
Sits

Awaitng
Direction
Of
Your
Next
Destination

You
Stand

How
Peaceful?

How
Nice?

Stand
And
Stare

Not
Care

No
Amendments

No
Returns

Who
Cares?

Who
Dares?

Stand
And
Stare

How
Nice?

I fear

I caught
The fear
In your eye
Around the
Corner
It was trying
To hide

Too late
Too fast
Wearing A
Mask
But I saw
A glimpse
In your eye

Of what to expect
I don’t know
Yet

And as your
Eyes go wide
I’m closing my
Eyes
As to
What may
Happen next

Muscle
Matter

Pulls
Hips

You
Open

Slow
Slow
Quick
Quick

SLOW

Pause

Exhale

Expel

A

Shared
Blood
Snot

Peice
Of
Skin

Anchored
On
Strong
Iron

Tangled
With
A fraying
Rope

Some
Will
Sink

Some
Will
Swim

Down

I
Go
Again

Breaking
A
Promise
To
Myself

I’d
Never
Visit

No
Gain
Lane

Again

Halfway
Down

Still
The
Same

Twists
Turns

Lines
Re-painted
White

So I know where to go when it's dark....  

Alone

I’ll
Send
Signals

To
Build
To
Provoke

A
Reaction
A
Like
A
Love
A
Hope

Whilst
Slaver
Is
Congregating

In­
My
Throat

Regurgitating

I'm
Spitting
On
Memory Lane

Stripped
Back
Broken
Down

Curled
Up
Wrapped
Up

Placed
On a
Shelf

To be
Located

By
A sticky
Note

Tattooed
With
Smelly ink
Injected
By
Felt tip

Sellotaped
Securely
To the side

Stayed
For
A while

Rooted
Through
Spare parts

Repaired
Uncurled

Located
By a
Sticky
Note

Seek
Look
Under
Every
Cranny
Every
Nook
Turn
Everything
Upside
Down
Inside
All
*******
AbOUT

Should you find

Grasp
And
Hold

For a wee while

I try
To stay
Here

Exactly
Where
I'd like
To be

It's hard
And
Occasionally

I slip
Back

To
A place

Where

I
Shouldn't
Be

But I'm here now

Occasionally

Where's your
Stop?

Pressing the bell...

Multi coloured
Doc Martin's
And
200 denier rights

Carrying
A protest
On a
Hessian
Bag for life

Hoping
Its strong
Enough
For
The
Fight

Where's your
Stop?

Little fella

Pressing
The bell
For
Every stop

Pushing
Luck

Without
A
Glance
Or
A
Sound

Mother
Catches
The
Offending  
Hand

Distracted
And
Hooked
Up

To
An
Unattainable
Life

Displayed
By
Friends
on
Face ****

Where's
Your stop?

Middle
Man

Pressing the bell.....

Highly
Polished

With a
Stare
That
Could
Abolish

A
***** of a
Day

Finished
Off
With
A
Home match

Screaming....

About
The
Division
Of
Chores

Just call it a draw, mate - ******

And me... I'm not pressing the bell...

I'm just watching...
Sipping a can of something too sweet

I'll duck down
At the last stop
Behind
The back seat

Climb
Loose
Sit

Catch
Breath

Let
It go

Gasp

The
View

Fingers
Scrutinise
Fiddling
Straw

Into
Gold

Adventure
Index
Not
Linked

To
Buryin­g
Bones

An
Adventure
Never

To
Forget

Index
Or
Link

Earth
Is deflating

Back
To
Flat

Stopper
Released

Air
Hissing
Escaping

Time
Is
Ticking

Lie down
And roll
Off the
Edge

With me

Inflated
Explorers
Discovered

All They Can?

Going
Round
And
Around

Pushing
Mother
Nature

Until
She
Ca­n't
Breathe

Roll off
The edge

With me

The
Earth
Is
Deflating

It's
Deflating

Back
To
Flat......

Head
Shakes
Lips
Tut
Eyes
Look
Away

No
Help
Today

To
Heart
And
­Soul

Sentenced
By
Decapitation

Ignoring
Screams

Of
A
Body
Split

Into
Indecision

Aka Love?

Littered
Last

Fought
And
Thought

And

Bitterly
Scratched
Back

At
Not
Coming
Last

Wishful
Thinking

At
A
Stop

Near
You

Step
On

Before
The
Doors
Close

Cling
On
To
Your
Environmental
Hit

Adjust
And
Evolve

Walk
With
Deep
Breaths

Inhale
From
Exhausted
Pipes

Stepping
On

Food
Bank
Collections

Supported
By
Trainers

With
A bubble
In
The
Sole

Bursting...
Releasing....

**** knows...

The driver brakes too ******* the 582

**** wet

**** wet
Through

I’m
Shouting

I’m
Shouting

At
You

Teeth
Braced

Two
Hands
Clasping

Either
Side

Holding
Shaking

Shaking
Your
Head

Side
To
Side

I’m
**** Wet

**** Wet
Through  

How
Are
You?

Body
Turns
Weighted
Togs

Cementing
Churning
Cogs

Night
After
Night

No
Limbs
Splayed

No sins
Displayed

No
Sacrifice

A slight
Amount
Of
Pleasure

A stray
Duck
Down
Feather

Resting
On
Thick
Skin

Tickles

Thin
Skin
Protected
Covered

By
Togs
And
Cogs

Cemented
Hides

"You
know
What the trouble is with.....?"

Implies

Crafty
Is hiding

Behind
Rolling
Eyes

That
Say
Nothing

Staring...

Bowled
Out
Underarm

Down
Alleys
Bowled
Down
Before

Crafty
Eyes
Joy
Riding

Piggy
Back

Politician
Poet
Military
Diplomat
Scientifically

Juggling
Balancing

An
Act
To
A
Crowd

Slowly
Clapping

Over
This
And
Over
That

Milk
Spilt

Churning

Turning

Pure
White

To

Shakey
Pink

Poured
Away

Before
Whisked
Too
Frothy

Down
The sink

Over
Agreements
Blended

In an
Ego
Only
Available

By
Take away

Bag
Packed
And
Placed
Between
Legs

Controlled
By
Knees
Buckling
­
Backside
Sits

Awaitng
Direction
Of
Your
Next
Destination

You
Stand

Wade first
In oceans
Blue

Scribble
Words
Into
Verse

Or
Attempt
Two

Pay
A toll
Gate

Get
Away

Climb
Hills
Kerb
Crawling

With
A
Loaded
Gun

Carrying
A
Bullet
Of
Emotion

That
Fires
Two
Blanks

Two Deep

Instinct
Lies
Transparency

Three
Blind
Eyes

All
Wrapped
Up

Covered
With
A
Sixteen
Tog

Hush
Hush

Blinded
Muffled
Pressed
Down

Weighted
Upon

Shut
The
****
Up

Sometimes
Crazy

Concreted
And
Cruel

Screeded
Vibrated

Removing
Bubbles

To
Smooth

Digested
Too
Much

Full up
With
Yesterday
Spilling
Over into
Today
Decades
Past
Creeping
Into
Tomorrow

A feast
Of
Over
Indulgence
Irrelevant
No
Different
To any
Other

Head
Fit to
Burst
Internally
Vomits

Haemorrhage
Floods
Flows  
Down
Arms
To  
Fingertips

Causing
Splash backs
Of tears
*****
Laughs
And
Occasional
Giggles

Fingers
Are
Wiped
On the
Back of
The head

Thank ****
There is
No more
Left

Head
Disagrees
Churns
And
Starts to
Digest
The rest

On or
Off

Wrong
Or
Right?

Wires
Concealed

Wrong
Or
Right?

Finger
Flicks

Wrong
Or
Right?

Dark
Or
Light?

Decision
Made...

Write....

A
Construction

Without
A

Key

Door
Is
Visable

Through
Foundations

Dug
Deep

Concreted

Trowel
Brick, mortar, brick, mortar

Center
Offline

Too
Tired

To
Reconsider

Over
Time

Unlocking
Without

A key

Place
Yourself

Where
Memories
Can

Lie
Beside
You

Remove
Your
Demin
Genes

Plant
Seeds

Spring up?

Bed down?

Bored
Halo
Slipped

Frisbeed
In
A
Flick

Drop
Kicked

By
A
Wrist

Landing
On
A
Bored
Cross

T­angled
Together
Nothing
Lost

A
Quick
Step

Barefoot
On
Frost

To
Recover

Stoke
The
Fire

Smoke

Dry
Malt
On
Ice

Revealing
Thoughts
Congealing

Does my halo look big in this?

Full
Speed

Manipulation

Run
Over
Knock
Down

Manipulation

Sirens  
Scream
Caveat
Blue

Around
The
Minds
That

Manipulate
You

Thoughts
Conveniently
Missing

Manipulate
Who?

Stained

Despised

Disguised

Encased

In
A

Fluffy
Quilted
Toppe­r

In
A
Loose
Sprung
Place

Placed
Against

A
Studded
Wall

As
And
When
Required

Lie
Down
On
The
Floor

Sound?
Proof?
Comfortable?
Safe?
Secure?

Madness
Penned

Engraved
Down
Both
Sides

Inscripture

Charity
Profit
Margins

From
Every
Side

Self
Controlled
Newly
Acquired

Don't Push
The Pen

There
He
Stands

Front
Of
Mirror

Pouring
Solutions
Into
His
Eyes

There
She
Stands

Front
Of
Mirror

Solutions
Pouring
Out of
Her
Eyes

Glass
Cup
Solutions

Empty
Full

No halves

Only
Made
For
One

Contact
Less
Pennies

Without
A Card

To make
Ends meet

Sealed
With
A
Lid

Twisted
With
Grief

Benchmark
Guilty

Pouring
Memories

Draining
Looking
Through

Thickened
Glass

For

Failures
And
Guilt

Which
Failed
To

Unscrew the lid on this jar

Express

Unravel

That
Complicated
Tangled
Knot

Tightening
Your
Chest

With
A
Dose
Of
Ink

Prescribed
With
A
Sigh
A
Cry
A
Goodbye

Your write

Your knot?

Your hunger was clear
It was the line of
Your delivery, I feared

Your eyes scanned
And selected one
From a menu
Of one hundred and one

Your need was too much
To make it home
Entering a doorway
You exposed

Wrapping ripped
And pushed roughly back
Just showing enough
For you to attack

Finger shoved in
For a sample taste
Of the pleasure
That lay in wait

You ***** *******
Did you mutter Grace?
Whilst I stared at your
Beautiful contorted face

Fluids mixed
In a cocktail of haste
A curdle of raspberry ripple
We did create

A groan escaped
Followed by a
Belch of contentment
This burning heat
Will need some redemption

Cold and congealing
Thrown at your feet
Another half- eaten take away
Left on the street

Lynn Hamilton
29.03.2015