Apology

[(Wordy)]

sorry for the slow reply

I’ve been sick again,
spitting air,
haunting town without a face

(this face no longer valid)

hungry words flock
to define me:
cut-price, reheated, uneven…

so uneven I’ve been cutting
around the gardens rather than through,
scared freshness of pines
will make me retch

I’m watched by a list of eyes,
tailed by some voodoo priest
giving off his dark light

can’t do new people
can’t chase a thing
taste a thing

I mostly hide tight
up in this one-window bedsit
flicking switches
experimenting with the light

no reason for music,
no esc

I look jealous down
at the playhard kids
screwing with their own wiring,
scalping tickets to fastland

they’re ready to ambush me
with scissors,
lick the medicine out

the icing:
phone is dead

but enough of me,
how are you?

my gift to you,
freshly picked:
a posey of eyelashes


(c) Stu Hatton 2007

http://wordyness.blogspot.com/2007/06/apology-2007.html

 

[oceandreams]

I really like this piece. But then again I've always liked your writing.