Sunday, March 17, 2013

NAKED




NAKED

Naked?
Run naked down the Main Street?
You are joking....right?
Oh....a metaphor
Yes....well I'm not really in the mood.
No!
Not for running naked.....
For.... metaphors.
I'm not here you see
I know you think this is me 
Standing here outside the supermarket
Freezing my ass off
Toes full of chilblains 
And tits about to explode with the cold
But it's not me....right.
This is a colander. 
Me, has seeped out through its even holes
Into the cracks of forgotten pavements
Into the veins of decaying leaves 
Into the carcass of rotting bird
Into the dust of smoking footsteps. 
Metaphors....
Naked....
Naked.....
NAKED


Maureen Walsh  -  March 2013






Ciao for now

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