eclipse Posted June 2, 2016 Share Posted June 2, 2016 These legs are now ghosts carryingthe moon who is pushing me backto the wreckage of the car. I cannow gauge my new throne withwheels that will carry me through wars.Tree speaks close to where I was hit,asking to borrow legs, he wants to strideacross clouds, who would catch him, whowould care?-he could tempt passing angelsto rest on branches and make real lifelesslimbs, put suns into wheels to float throughheaven's corridors. Carer unseals new medication.what is the sound of two feet clapping? she asks-followed by the sliding of tablets killing fires. ThenI remember carrying my heart on a wheelbarrow asstreetlamps sobbed electric tears, memory of howa car veers into a cyclist was lit, stamped ontoa heart tipped into a postbox. Moving through thecity center tongues are parked on double yellowlines with nothing to say, eyes are like the windowson an ark viewing previously unseen creatures. Iwant to fold up my wheelchair with the earth andslip them into a charity tin. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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