Back To Black

They’re becoming the same
grief and I
terribly immersed in each other
terribly enraged
like a fat, black
river hog
a scream that never stops
and I am useless and dull
seconds away
from my coffin like calm
while the day outside slips by
life continues and I murmur

“I can assure you all I’m fine”



Now that you’re gone
the air is less blue
insanity also is vanishing
as promptly as it entered me
puffing on its last cigarette,
consuming its ultimate breath
unravelling from the walls and doors
the fibres of my clothes
to where the windows are
the sunlight has captured it
eager to exchange
your cruel heart for my good one

Now the sheets are clean
the pillow cases are ironed
everything perfected like a polished shoe