Tip Over

Into the absence
Among old scouts
With mysterious shadows
& half forgotten melodies

Sink or settle or rise
Laugh out loud
Not so loud or out
Of control that suspicions
Are thus aroused

Move into the absence
Among found objects
With interior whispers
Woebegone tragedies

Blink or fettle or cries
Of dried out tears
Not of fear or so out
Of control that beauticians
Are open bloused

Though deep in the absence
Among feint shouts
With ulterior highlights
No less a rotten ego roused



A poem from Nameless Places and Hospital Gowns - Love Cared for by Relate available from iTunes and Amazon