Monday, 15 June 2015

On Looming Gentrification.

How many deaths
Do you die in a week?

Little deaths like diamonds
Or rare artworks of
Intricate paper

Popping brain cell deaths
Bubble wrapping snaps
With each sip of wine

Balloon deflating slow deaths
From a cadaverous glare
By a disingenuous boss

The sound of the present
Dying as it groans
Into my past

The death of hope
The death of youth
the death of faith

But a little metaphysic
Tickle in my noggin
A jostle of my medulla

At the base of my brain
A primal tickle
All twee and shy

The tickle of hope
In the pit of
Pandora's box

What is growing there
New life laid bare
By a burning ego

How many lives
Do you live in a week?

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