The Frustrating Weight of Walls

I talk to the walls

Long conversations

Concerning bricks and mortar

The affect of coloured paint

We ponder the significance

Of all those nails

Banged inexpertly

With a toffee hammer

And a shaky outlook

Things hung

Sacrificial works

And photographs

All the clocks clashing tick tock

In time with the low heartbeat

Of walls expiring

In the humidity

Sometimes I’ve wanted to bang my head against these walls

My head a hammer blow

Knocking through the plaster

Blood and bone

Our sawdust mixing

Into termite stew



Copyright March 2014


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