My head
an accident
waiting to happen
I see you
so I watch
surreptitiously
between the iron railings
rusty as ancient coffin nails
with green paint flaked
like the still warm and living skin
hanging from the ragged back
of one who is flayed alive
I wonder
about your life
your loves
the tragedy
of brief happiness
never too bad to be true
in the struggle
of life
that is not living
my head
an accident
waiting to happen
I am a fool
made of glue
yellow
faded
aged
ugly as factory chimney pots
spewing forth choking smoke black and grim
while you
are effervescent
liquid purple
youthful
incandescent
beautiful as a cemetary
bathed in the marmalade midday sun
my head
an accident
waiting to happen
waiting
waiting
waiting
