Undone v.II

But you’re stuck

Again.

Watching the caught up Sun

come undone

for you.

Watching it strip

itself of colour

and cry

for you.

And wash

out the sky

for you.

But you’re stuck

Again.

Watching the colour ooze

from the easel

from the earth

as it gives birth to excuses

for you.

From the sea

from your poetry

from you.

from me.

Till all you see are

Fleeting glimpses of the nothings

that flash

through the peeking spaces

of closed blinds

in that timeless space

where you’re ‘trying’.

But you’re stuck.

Still.

And when the Sun flicks the switch

and finishes itself

You’ll lay the blame

on somebody else.

So that you might find

yourself un

stuck

for the shortest time.

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Recycled Diary Entry #2: ‘Honesty vs Imagery’ v.2 By Steve O’Key

The Awkward Boyfriends

Honest vs Imagery

Good mood.

Smiling.

Trying to sleep.

pictures crying blood weep.

Tell me I’ve misunderstood.

You know it’s not real.

It’s alright.

curse gets worse children dying set alight.

screaming. Crying.

Dreaming.

Switch the light on.

Shared bed.

Shaking. Scared.

Getting late. Wide awake.

Try to sleep.

Stuck too deep.

Pictures.

bodies moving breaking

wasting exhausting holocaust

gas mask straight back she.

She.

Sh-She tries to calm me.

With pictures

of Us.

 

A quiet room.

That calm, commercial hotel art.

A cold stone hearth

for feet to escape

a huggable heat.

Mahogany walls that cradle

a crooning fireplace

to light up

an empty space a starved face

severed head single bed

rotting corpse staring upwards

 

Staring

 

self-harm air raid alarms bleeding arms

sprayed red.

It’s in your head.

 

Staring

 

Sleep with the light on.

T-shirt too tight on.

Awake with…

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Recycled Diary Entry #1

A good mood.

Smiling.

Trying to sleep.

Then pictures. Crying. Blood. Weep.

Tell myself I’ve misunderstood.

I AM happy!

So why?

Curse. Gets worse. Children dying. Screaming.

Dreaming.

Switch the light on.

Shared bed.

Shaking, scared.

Very late. Wide awake.

Try to sleep.

Pictures.

Bodies moving.

Breaking. Wasting. Exhausting. Holocaust. Gas mask. Straight back. She.

She.

Sh-She tries to calm me.

Pictures.

Us.

A beautiful room.

A big fireplace.

An empty face. Severed head.

Single bed. Rotting corpse. Staring upwards.

Staring.

Staring.

It’s in my head.

Sleep with the light on. T-shirt too tight on.

Awake with the light on.

Too bright. Too much.

Too dark to sleep tonight.

Undone

But you’re stuck
Again
Watching the caught up sun come undone
for you.
Watching it strip
itself of colour and cry
for you.
And wash out the sky
for you.
But you’re stuck
Again.
Watching the colour fade from the earth and then from the sea
Watching it fade from space
from you.
From me. Till all you see are
Fleeting glimpses of the nothing
But you’re stuck.
Still.
And when the sun flicks the switch and finishes itself
You’ll lay the blame on somebody else.
So you can find yourself unstuck
For the shortest time.