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Just bang like a death

Not a tender beat in that heart.

Cramp-like pain in the chest, and a headache that never stops.

The ink-black horrors when my eyes close.

With mouths peeled apart, as if to engulf.

A dark blue light with flickering shadows, watching everything as if from a fire.

A jade elephant sentry, at the gate to the red hill.

Smiling greasy faces in bliss oblivious, is it a warning?

Effortlessly fingerpainted masterpieces of a certain style I made in my mind.

Distracted and gone, but then back, almost but never.

Suddenly, you can’t remember the last time you breathed.

Realisation: a death of the self.

He’s not breathing.

Vancouver is a trapezoid

Vancouver is a trapezoid.

London is grown-up.

San Francisco is a garbage pile of creative genius.

Los Angeles is pretend.

Venice is mythical.

Sheffield is an anchor of cold hard rock.

Peterborough is L-shaped.

Manila is delicious.

Portland is a haze.

Orlando is glistening skin.

Chico is coffee at home.

Ypres is Cafés and falling off chairs.

Dublin is musical.

Frankfurt is on time with sauce udders.

Hong Kong is a blurry queue.

Barcelona is sunny sandwiches.

Milan is exposed to the world.

New Orleans is drunk and in love.

Baltimore is Old Bay.

Edinburgh is a whisky volcano.

©2022 David Newton