Jazzy Davies Poems
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There was a family that lived down the road from us
Seven kids and two scruffy mongrels
We looked down our noses at them and talked about them a lot
Their front yard was littered with rubbish and scrap cars
No curtains, how common!
Fights would spill out regularly onto the street
and every Sunday they'd all disappear into a battered old car
and disappear for hours on end
We'd relish the quiet
Always over too quickly
Then one day, back in the October I think
We woke up and they'd gone
Just like that
The house was left a shambles, graffiti on every ...
Kaleidoscopes of sharded lunacy,
trickling explosively from a knife tip.
Curling scents whispering from nowhere,
reality lapsing, an upside down flip
of senses. You take me there.
But wait. Where is this untamed place?
This universe of twisted space
where life goes without a trace,