there’s something about boiling kettle lungs words slopping from your mouth like clumps of mashed potato the way you have this river of dialogue made from papier-mâché and haphazard glitter so easily breakable it’s best to start afresh that makes you stop and place your head against the cool windowpane and say you cannot do this you might but you can’t so no the umcomfortableness diverted scribbled over with a Biro so ignore the sandpaper taste on your tongue or the jacket of heat that smothers your chest focus on a pinprick of positivity like a streetlamp in another town let the steam from the tea guide you to safety
Written: August 2017. Explanation: A poem written in my own time that I'm actually quite happy with - 'uncomfortableness' is not a word but I thought I'd keep it in as it sounds OK to me. All feedback welcome. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page. NOTE: Many of my older pieces will be removed from HP at some point in the future.