Breaking petals

Bandages roaming, wilting over prosthetic eyes;

A small, cerebral, nothing.

Oval almond-scented pirate ships,

Breaking petals against your thigh,

Smoking a wooden figure of your body.

Dark shop fronts cast their Evil Eye

at dead insects, stealing their death.

Overflowings of acid houses,

Spilling onto the street, vapourising spontaneity

Vacuous, a pile of marbles silently

begins to cover the abyss.

Mounds of leaves commanding armies of painted masks,

Demanding. Demanding.