Robert Verdon, #336, puberty
alone
sucking stormwater
tunnel
dry as a pocket
knife
firm as an apple
labyrinth
under the freeway
on the other side
side-tunnel
up to the surface
amazingly
minotaur’s day
off
gold dust and
sunbeams
sleet in my
hearth
silver buttons of
white plastic
fizz like snow
sinuous
skirt in a glint of
mauve light
of a distinct
polarity
graveyards and
gardens
follow me home
at least it’s out
of the wind
but the cold eats at
you worse than worms
tightening loops of
mortality
kept discreet as
toenail fungus
embarrassing little
death
disdain and longing
enough for a
lifetime
single-minded as a
rocket
dissolving in an
abyss
hidden in the hyphae
beneath the
flowering city
Love 'minotaur's day off' and the idea of loops of mortality. How striking! Nice one!
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