J.M. Nixon Poems

A heavy suitcase is crammed inside me.
Packed full.
Sealed tight.
It weighs me down.
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Flying horses.
All the colours of the sun bobbing in the night.
Swirling oranges and dazzling luminous snowflakes.
Spinning in a world of fun.
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Sitting on the chair, broken.
The broken chair.
The broken lamp.
The broken door.
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I douse my withered feet.
The curling skin crackles.
A torching pain boxes the body.
The salve does not relieve.
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At night the phantasm appears in the dank aquarium.
Bubbling from a sunken castle.
The world drowns behind a stained glass bowl.
Sleep is enshrouded in ghastly sheets.
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Suffer vultures to scavenge on your bereft carcass.
Tapering the palsied flesh.
Flapping in a frenzied gorge.
Lone creatures poised in proud plumage.
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Stripped of my rainbow.
Spectrum boiled into gloaming gray.
Marbles lost.
Shaved into dusk.
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