The VisitA Poem by Ian Danton
It doesn't start at the beginning
sweat has dried by then dirt smeared across once clean linen no it starts with a grimace a sharpened comment honed with intent delivered by missile off we go the obvious needs to be said paint it bold and proud vein throbbing truth and again and again "are you getting this?" of course sunlight smears the windows warming the brow reminding me of bouncing laughter notes stain paper black and blue scored wounds throbbing and oh so proud line after line after line time shuffles on in a dreary self mocking perpetuity only to end in a sickly crimson glow it is done "Have a great day!"
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