"beltless" poems
Christine stood
at the ward window
peering out
at the snow
you stood beside her
smelling the perfume
she wore
the one she was going to wear
on her honeymoon
had the ***** shown up
as she told you
a few days before
snow looks like icing
on a Christmas cake
she said
hope to Hell
I’m out of here by then
me too
you said
as long as the quack
don’t fry our brains
with ECTs again
better not have
she said
gives me headaches and ****
look at that tractor
out there in that field
see how those gulls
are following him
through the snow
she followed your finger pointing
like a ship at sea don’t it
she said
you stared up
at the greying sky
cloudless
and end of worldish
could have been
on my honeymoon
some months back
she said suddenly
could have been
well *******
and sun blessed
guess so
you said
instead I get brained fried
by some doc
in a white coat
don’t see how
he could have let you down
like he did
you said
that bridegroom
of yours
gutless worm
she said
leaving me standing there
in that white dress
and headpiece
and those fecking
pinching shoes
you sniffed her perfume
looked at her sideways
her eyes scanning
the fields and trees
her night gown
beltless
(in case we take
to hanging ourselves)
opening
to show legs
and night dress
hanging by the knees
she breathed
on the glass pane
breathed it up
and wrote
with her finger
no more ECTs.
Mar 11, 2013
Mar 11, 2013 at 4:56 PM UTC
In an unreserved room,
deep in drapes and gloom,
stood a wild-eyed deaf-mute
in a beltless cape,
his fingers speaking parts he played
in his stepsister's ****
Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 2:42 PM UTC
Driving 220, beltless, with Elisabeth,
Half a foot beside me: Certain Death,
Nature: an incomprehensible blur,
-- Were we rushing to live, or to die? --
That's one thing you could not infer.
Dec 4, 2019
Dec 4, 2019 at 11:21 PM UTC