Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2009

TV With the Sound Off

by Richy Campbell

Night: Balms the sore from scratching
and friction in day
Parasites inside my veins beneath my eyes vacate to black for now
My body, it starts to ache
as I slowly return to my natural shape
Got moulds in my wardrobe and draws to wear
for someone I will be obliged to please tomorrow
 
The ceiling smiles
Small lights wink, so soft
The stunning odour of senseless pure air
Cleanses me tonight
Awake,
From exist to survive
to alive
 
Daylight
An aged crooked bush, with coppered leaves
Dyed with time
An ‘obstacle for beauty'
In the night, vision impaired
Gorgeous with mystery and being
Everything is beautiful all has potential
 
The ceiling smiles
Small lights wink, so soft
The stunning odour of senseless pure air
Cleanses me tonight
Awake,
From exist to survive to alive

Added: 14.02.2009

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