Poetry

Poetry published by:

Dodo Ink, Magma, Strix, Stories for Homes (vol 2)

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between (a poem)

the world is buffering.

little breaks in transmission, although no one has said we apologise for the interruption to our programme.

after the gaps things recommence as if nothing had happened, a beat behind but still in technicolour, the laughter track preserved

the world shining.

the gaps are the most interesting part.

when the signal drops, stops quietly beep beep beeping and all around people are keep keep keeping on doing what it is they do,

you can stand in the gaps

stop the blood flow, end the windblown

rhythms and be

still.

there’s an angel in the static. crackling.

in front of me my colleague sits and eats, he’s eating something loud like biscuits or crackers or something and the sound of his crunching reminds me of the footsteps across the gravel in the car park in front of a crematorium long ago.

he lights a cigarette 

burns everything down.

we apologise for the interruption to our programme.

the signal drops, we stand inside a gap

the gaps are the most interesting part.

the world is spinning it’s tiny

a circular rainbow rotating,

buffering, spinspinning, 

just giving us time

to hold our

breath.