No More

I think....

I’ll comb my hair,

Read my phone,

Eat some bread,

Forget what I said.

Go to bed....Pillow head..

Ends it all,

I’m..

Ready ...

to dream.

Ready ...

To see,

My spectacles..walk

On the floor.

Now ...

My eyes,

Can’t take..

Any more..

With

What they’ve seen, In :

Places ...I’ve .. been.

No more

No more...

Widowed..

Glass of wine,

The buildings shine,

With lights In the night,

Like... ....

Paris.. ?

Talk to yourself,

Might..need.... some help,

It’s in a book

Read,

When you ....

were bored.

He spent his money,

On a pot of honey,

That turned into grime,

When...

It..

Poured on the floor.

Ingenious.

Instant.

Ferment.

The Artist new.. he could

See ..

Through

A window,

Further than,

You..

choose .. to!

Sun.....cut by blinds,

Segmented body.

“We do things differently

We ....

get you... going

It’s croco.. dile ..style

Man..”

But .....

He needed a brush,

To...

Free it..

To ...

Change his mind..

When

Her speak,

felicitous

In delivery,

knocked

On ...his

door ..

He wanted.. more.....

Was

All this..

A familiar

Waking groan?

And... another

Pain,

To endure?

A giant.... gyrating

On the M...

fifty Six...

Looking.... for a fight?

“Get real

Real.. man!

Get real..”

Was it .. real..?

Telegraphed in text..

“Designed to add style

It’s cracking

And

You’re good

To go.. good to go”

She... she Cut his vein,

Such a mess...

Looking for a button

to press

When ..

“Fundamentally

The transitions’

We’re too much

To lose..”

In:

A constant fear

In:

A Story

You

Read.

In:

A book

When

You were

Bored.

No

More.

No... more!

NON.

—-

Brian Charles Donnelly 17/11/19