Berate your eyelids soundless sigh
A knife blade drawn through every line
Your clouded earth spun bright lies round our son
And-yet-these light schemes smothered the heir from our lungs
A fix of pleasure flecked with bile
Reclined seats, blind to life
I hear your voice, it’s cigarettes and tears
I fear you choice regrets my best-loved years
A trip through slick petrol licks
Faded marks re-colour you
I sleep in dreams you had
Falling from your Kodak eyes More from Verbal Hallucinations