Liam

A windowsill  

Teetering on tea boiling in a pot

And musicians hissing about politics

Legal highs and all time lows

Screaming foxes and gunshots

 

Fingers between fingers like

Stitches on a wool coat

An endless row of teeth

A bullet licking in the thick of

Aluminium  

 

Expressive lungs, sucking in

The final day of impulse

Drilling holes in the skull

Picking out the decaying

Chunks  

 

Cold shoulders

With the warmest intentions

Frozen flowers brushing

The lower lip of one philosophical

Sympathetic sociopath

 

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