De-cadence

To all the things I cannot seen

To all the things I can unseen

All of the frustrated pleasure

Of all the exquisite pain

Bring the earplugs to culture centre

Bring the hummingbird to dramady

We were rereading Pierre Reverdy

Be an anchor of the endless night

Be a blight, be a blister

Be the dead star on abandoned book cover

One day we shall gather by the fountain

The fountain is full of fate and chlorine

Tie me like a liquorice wheel

Or put me in a well what have you

Too tired to calculate the beat of decay

The scintillating de-cadence of decay

You were on your favourite sofa

Toying with a remote control

You kept changing channels (there's no tv)

You just want to press on and on

Take your airbag and air-inflated doll

Eye bags full of full-filled emptiness

Work yourself out, work it for me

Candied fruits and sugar plum

January 2024

By Aran Meredith