#217 (ultraviolet kisses)

leaden feet

dragging me down

while I start falling

into the cracks

of yesterday’s news

soaking up

bits and pieces

dead scientists

dead children

the new chancellor

is the old chancellor

and my interest keeps

wilting like the snowdrops


I blow ultraviolet kisses

into the night

watch them fade

as I tear up

the pigeons sing me

a lullaby


© Matthias Geh, 14th March 2018





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