Nightfall Carpark

Talk in tak­ing time.
from car sides and street curbs.

 

So now forever frozen that
one day moment
that for­gets.
Tar thick thoughts
drag the heart through beat­ing
crushed to dust
of nothingness.

 

That heals the hurt
and fades the blaze
and for­gets the rest.

All time ticks through
mouths, both empty
of muscle
and full of gums.
Drib­bling side­ways
down cracked-lipped
alley­ways.
Out of hands
once blessed.

 

- Can­berra 2011

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