Sunday 7 April 2019

thin ice

thin ice

depression as deep as that urinal there
stained stainless with its blue antiseptic splurge
by hands unknown in the missing days
those white tiles with those nose flickings
with those engrossed phone numbers
suggesting things
you would rather not know
about 
you know 
how hard it is to stare fixed at this
when the hands of do not turn away 
are firmly upon your shoulders 
it’s one empty shell
this is there is
no one there no one there
no time passes
the cinema screen is blank
the main feature is postponed
same again tomorrow 
the ice thinner
same again tomorrow 
the ice thinner

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