November Collage Poem: Smoke
Neutral mind draped across grimy windows,
Got to be cocks and screwdrivers
Ducking and diving across unexpected surprises
Policies of strange girls from Blackpool
and Brief Encounters recycled in Staleybridge
Lumps of snot tubes or mask
Red sore skin rubbed to rust
We meet in hospital corridors,
Platforms of abandoned train stations
It was 50 years ago today
Across a nest of clotted blood where crossing
Twisted swans did fall
Unique voices echo
Twisted briefs encountered.
Nigel Astell
Wed 11th Nov 2015 14:07
Strange but True
From fewer voices
smoke bellows out
verses gain heat
collage fire burns
poetry flames blaze
doing extra lines.