sampling Derek Jarman’s Blue

 

like this flower picked for fear

of losing you    like this goldfish

flushed down the heresy of childhood

 

there’s a better place they swore

i swear this is the only place

our silences shall long for

 

but the gods will tear us apart

like love without joy no division

like martyrs on faggots in flames, abrupt

the faggots – yay us – disintegrating

history’s post-truth

 

so minds will wander      truth shall lie

neglected in harsh epiphanies

our lives untold / unfold

in a billion pieces

/ don’t mute don’t anger me /

your story disconnecting

& rebuked

–  it’s off

my centre of gravity dishevelled from

its kernel

from its core / you’re silent

 

but there’s a better place they swore

yet everyone i love dies

like this flower –

blue, upon your grave