One more for the road 

 

Life sounds on the other side of a door

It’s quite inside

like little moans 

Wake up, you! 

Don’t you see? 

You’ll loose 

“No I won’t go to work” 

no, I want you to​

so you can come back home …

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So we can return to basking in muffled silence 

the escape-hatch between our blanket and

the door 

a countdown to cemetery

 

The bricks of our building 

a stone's throw

a bed carrying bodies 

a floating canal 

 

What will pass over us? 

like molded bread

an absence like coal 

The desire to hold on forever 

 

He was a stone once

time passed

later that day

a smile 

his eyes, plastered on the wall behind him

looking from the floor to the place where we hold on for

dear life

 

Shallowly covered 

over a cliff 

down the stairs 

a box in arms

a sharp hug with corners 

remembering an imprint in the bathroom

a wank of tears 

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Loud cries

an aching body

a shoulder to cry on

I had to go ​

past the path of return 

to darkness​

​

Where the world goes 

to get 

a name.