Window light fades
the great white visibility goes beyond the mad edges,
right there, right then I find a killer
a naked body
a woman
my rains of improbable debts.
The doomed city is coming to get a flower from war infested dry land
and I am speeding through the lubricant wall.
Her breasts…my teeth
her eyes…my scars
her waved hairs…my prudent stairs,
i know the forefathers would have been damned and mystified with the existence like this.
It has been a great struggle to compare sanity with nothing,
the neon and the beer drunk eccentricity has driven a bastard out of an unprepared man…
But today it’s different, today I see a tripping light and a familiar home for the remaining journey,
for the rest of the murders.
Wet eyes and a good dog inside grey sheets…
I am well and fallen inside the frozen silence of these.

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Photograph: Charlotte White.