Wednesday, 20 July 2011

Fatality

(By Sil, the19th of July, 2011, on the train to Hereford)

Today I’m wallowing
In bad luck
A piece of toast
Landed buttered side
On a dirty floor
Squashed
My brain
Forced large button
Into a tight buttonhole
Unfastened

Today I hang loose
Today
I’m a reckless recluse
I’ll run over
An innocent passenger
For a change
(Usually
I’m my own
Fatality)

They’ll ask
Did I derail
Am I deranged

Or was it suicide?

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