01 April 2013




It is much more than just four weeks of rain
seems behaviours seldom endured beyond
a shower are now raging eccentricities, the
courtesy of a demonstration smile worn thin
blisters as its sheen fractures, flakes into a
nowhere for nascent courtesans with duty
of care – and the end is in the corner of the
eyes there like a synecdoche for death

Raising oneself above this monotony says
you’re faking a judgement day face, that
irrefutable act to make headway in a role
graced as a morass of misgivings; there’s
no hope of a happy ending when you see
what is weighed by retrospectivity then
© 2 March 2013, I. D. Carswell