A little something I wrote in September 2009:
Well-being seems to crumble when a lost cause begins to rumble in the thunder of your nightmares of the bitter taste and petty cares that hold the heart in a thorny cradle you just don't seem to be able to eat or drink or sleep or breathe you realise that underneath the poison never settles in one place but spreads amongst a web of lace that catches words that look like gold but break the net so this unfolds...
Powerful, I love your enticing use of the English language and the flexibility it offers. The images you use slip and slide into one another beautifully, albeit hauntingly.
ReplyDeleteDo you still feel this collapse, this blighted internal cancer? Or is it now something different, more nuanced, or just the same thing with a different mask?