retirement
retirement
You found them.
White lipped in the bath
like strawberries and cream
floating, bloated
at the edges of reservoirs
swaying, plum faced,
a rope’s length away
broken winged
below the bridges
curled like foetuses
at the sharp end of a needle
the blank-eyed children
who’d never learned to laugh
the crimson smear
below the flyover
every one
an exit wound
Sleep soundly
Stay away from dark waters.
winston plowes
Sat 12th Mar 2011 23:08
Fantastic this one. Finely honed imagery. As for retirement? Not sure but your words are fuel for a creative mind. Strangely I can see my poems in this piece (two in particular) hence my affinity to it. Win x