#719 - in the picture

 

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in the picture

 

spin

am floating on my back

on anyone’s

am trying to find a certain shape

size colour creature

 

talking to them

is to myself

 

this could be limbs

and this breath, a sigh

all that’s left – me

 

spin

lost control of the vehicle

blame something

that wasn’t at the time

 

in the picture

   out of the blue

fielding calls from the dead again

           

mother in tears

heard a terrible thing

says her husband’s gone

 

sky blue and others

 

it is a weekend in the picture

the ladders are soft, all tricks

each is becoming a zoo

 

I say we’re all upset with it mum

nearly twenty years now

and you’re gone too

 

no one measures in the picture

there’s always a day to be written down

almost by the way

 

in the picture

find myself again

with words press up

for meaning

let me off the hook

 

yes you could wake from this

but better to dream a way home