Fly Tipper by Charlotte De’Ath

the curly mind linguistically innovative poetry - weird & risky

you must go – you’ve been caught red handed soiling silver linings

in the thick of all those thieving manifestos

you picked pockets stole precious lockets

forged them into a meddle of honour

to be

presented by a statue of some dead king or queen or whatever

as we danced all night pretending to be fire flies – you romance blasphemer

you bastard

you must go – you unnamed curse

of a disease don’t pretend to be the boy next door

you ripped the wonderland out of my alice

and dumped it on the side of the road to peter pan’s playground

a dereliction of fire beyond anyone else’s control

my charcoal shadow

has absorbed all the gas you’ve exhaled

crossed its shadowy arms and cried buckets at the bitter taste

but i am not the tragic heroine of your movie

or the broken bits of your tales tied up…

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