Poem -
Alone. Unstable flesh
Going out
painted face in glory’s glow
graveyard smile moving slow
counted fingers always right
counted corners left to right
listening to where the good ones goe
Romeo is hiding
tranquilliser is holding
inside the clenched dish he pours blood from the years fist
counted fingers
counted corners
always the blame
Holy holes in heavens word
white collar doves observe
 needed heeded
screaming done
lonely is. Below  the one
fingers. Counted
counted corners
alwaysÂ
the sameÂ
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