Wednesday 6 July 2011

kitchen witch

i was breathing in the fumes
of the morning rags
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it was the same face of every king
that we've ever had

but the hair was parted
on the wrong side

ssstaring out at me from the page with corrupted hard disk eyes

has there been an unsolicited visitor at my flat?
there's a tcp aroma in the hallway,
the milk went sour before its sell by date.

shaken, i await my instructions in the post..

and wonder when i will start learning
about king william the fourth....

when will i
face the sums,
and start following
the trail of crumbs

that they somehow see fit to include but we seldom turn our attention to.

i myself have had a think
about the shape of the scars i will fill with ink

roll my sleeves shut my mouth and let the pictures do the talking for me.

its the fingertips on my windowsill of the witch who switched my vitamin pills

its the fingerprints from my windowsill of the witch who switched my vitamin pills.

its the witch.