Junk Talk Poet


Magpies And Murder - Poem by Junk Talk Poet

Who but me stood against that wall again?
Again, staring too far back or too far
Forwards, alone and reliving lost times
Entranced, stuck following those flowers, the
Blood trail spilt from the heart I carry in
My hands. Sleeves congealed red as the morning
Bursting through streets, through front rooms and here I
Am blindfold and bound against that wall again.

Pushing back against that static, magpies and
Murder and belonging. The world above
Me, rain clouds and sinking ships in teacups
As another storm rolls in off the tongues
Of enemies made out of people
Dwelling deep in the corridors of past
Times, but a fleck upon the windows of
Their thought trains, mountains in the distance.


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, July 4, 2017



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