Diurnal/ Nocturnal- Portrait by Veronica Aldous All Rights Reserved 2016
Past extreme as a photograph
Punch needling the surface of the present
The gap between the platform and the train
The fact you walked around in the dark and rain
Not caring if I cared…
It’s art to understand adventuresses
The cold assailant ambitiousness
Of hunting down my man –
My only friend was lost
Since you were none.
Such thoughts are like branch lines
Closed off but still humming with graffiti
Weeping so hard my chest hurt
Paralysed in neon
Upon a frozen concourse
I stood gasping, raw eyed as a deer
Upon a blood stained plateau.
But there it is, you made a story of your life.
So neat and well defined in print
No jackknifed unpicked sprawling damage.
Veronica Aldous all rights reserved 2016