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
Aug 17, 2017
Aug 17, 2017 at 5:58 PM UTC
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.
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