absorbed in coma

bad clouds absorb these things
dates are just numbers,
a witch
absorbed in coma.

There are walls everywhere boxing everything in,
pulling at the corners then come the tears
eyes indicate a deeper mood, cold
in frost

The shapes float –
nib and paper scratch the surface
etching in dates
scrawled by pen
these geo-metric shapes.

Deceptive scripts
confused the words
a declined comment
confusing and they
waste the currencey collecting
behind here over there
roll back the carpet
roll back the eyes
behind sofa, ripped
stained just standing here
viewing this waste
it’s staggering.


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