April Down

The sky is monotone and it speaks
In a straight forward tone
The sunny people’s frowns
Are hiked up at the corners
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The forethoughts are serious contemplation
And are subjected to so many rumours
Of the memoirs
Which seem to haunt and replace the current
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My tissue has poppy blotches
Like watercolour
Dancing in the fibres
Like some devil spreading ink
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The windows dirty
Cobwebs inhabit a hot spot
Silent the spider sways
The breeze from a cracked pane is
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The water claims victory
Of the steeple’s fractures
And erosion plays havoc
On its backbone
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I am not well today
The exactness of day causes my eyes to flinch
The skin I’m suppressed by itches
I scratch; I claw at the muted flesh
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If the future mimics and averages
All those who pass before us
Then i can conclude this experiment
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The heavy legs that drag across
A floor of cold, concrete
Still life
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Steel edge like frost against my skin
Listening expertly to the metals pleads
Smiling with satisfaction at a job well done
And how time momentarily speeds
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Segregation a phenomenon
To leave bound to bound empty,
And hesitant; inhabitants from time to time
Voyage its vast landscape,
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