Growth

20^th December 2013

#6 Growth

Head below my shoulders
snow under my skin
its colder than you can imagine,
the spacecraft of my time.

Stations often forgotten
often ignored for lack of sleep,
too much intimacy
lost in fields of paddy
soaked to the roots of disbelief.

That’s how monsters grow
from shadows to another height
decaying slowly in our blood
like breadcrumbs on my table cloth.