The Voyeur and the Harpy

[Keith]

you ask to see all of me I take this literally as that intense bullshit speak we use to pretend our love is deeper. I like it

perhaps you imagine yourself as the breeze
whose finger will stir colour from the brooding lake
and paint it into clouds good reply to the bullshit request who does he/she think they are anyway fingersss would roll into sssstir

silent in the silt there are
twisted skeletons of shopping trolleys,
half a Datsun, someone’s dream of bliss in a wrought-iron bedhead
and I, who will need more than the six seeds you offer
to slough this season’s skin This gives an image of a couple siting by the coast not speaking regretting fragments of their lives stuck in a rut, can't change, no crit great stuff

breezes do not reach the pipes that breathe
excreta into algal blooms, red as the storm that rends
mother from child things are not going to change and its getting worse get ready as she is about to blow.

you ask, but you
have no desire to discover nice link back to the bullshit question L1
that here is no fire to purify,
only eternal decay
and someone else’s idea
of how to shape a life quite sad really but we new it was over in L1 great ending

really enjoyed this Leanne very little to crit for me, I can feel the intensity of the exchange the heavy sighs that attempt to prolong the end out of a sense of something, perhaps one could stir colour from the lake but what would you paint ? Best Keith