Ragged claws scuttling across the room
The muttering retreats of restless noon
Bracelet white and sprinkled streets
As if in a magic floor of silent seas
Fog that rubs its back upon a pillow
Among the porcelain some to follow
Like the solar apex of the sun
Before the taking my greatest flicker
Crisis though I have coat and snicker
The sunset and door yard so presume
With cheap hotels and sawdust perfume
Streets that follow time to ******
And time yet tired of market order
Like the solar apex of the sun
Would the dead come back to tell
With spit out restaurant oyster shells
My necktie taken from the eternal prophet
Hands that lift and and modest pockets
I have the dying beneath the terrace
Sleeps so peacefully without this marriage
Like the solar apex of the sun
Jun 21, 2018
Jun 21, 2018 at 1:41 PM UTC
Ragged claws scuttling across the room
The muttering retreats of restless noon
Bracelet white and sprinkled streets
As if in a magic floor of silent seas
Fog that rubs its back upon a pillow
Among the porcelain some to follow
Like the solar apex of the sun
Before the taking my greatest flicker
Crisis though I have coat and snicker
The sunset and door yard so presume
With cheap hotels and sawdust perfume
Streets that follow time to ******
And time yet tired of market order
Like the solar apex of the sun
Would the dead come back to tell
With spit out restaurant oyster shells
My necktie taken from the eternal prophet
Hands that lift and and modest pockets
I have the dying beneath the terrace
Sleeps so peacefully without this marriage
Like the solar apex of the sun
Influenced by William S Burroughs cut up machine & TS Eliot words, around a theme of domestic violence