In a cesspool of decaying horrors,
Should I remain adrift?
You have decked me up like one of
And left me
On the shelf.
Why are you fading away?
By midnight, I grew tired
Picking pins from
So I don’t scratch off my dreams
In my sleep.
Are you leaving me to go to the other side?
An artist on the streets,
Performing contradictory feats
How long should I remain adrift in vain?
I quote dead poets in sighs
While my lovers stare, surprised;
I’m a shapeshifter, altering my skin.
Should you go away, love?
There is a song, stuck in my mind
And I’m trying to buy more time –
21 June 2017