the lips mumble and go silent
when the bricks fall apart,
one by one: a pile of a life,
striking each other to
demolish some and let
the rest create a conundrum
.
he has been a mook, a chancer
scavenging for gold in garbage
none do understand, none will know
that his is a life lived tomorrow,
present is a hive of expectations,
past is what has been escaped
.
that has lighted up the bulb:
a 50 watts power, gleaming
when it goes dark, haranguing
to itself, none to listen, none would,
the bricks keep falling, the eyes
drop out, and the lips now mum
to let the story reach its end
.
(Art by Gabriel Neffke)
Written in consideration of Photo Challenge #16 at Mind Love Misery’s Menagerie.
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