Red and black
The black candle burns
The red candle stands
Alone
The black candle is tall
The red candle stands
Alone
The red candle is small
The black candle stands
Alone
The red candle burns
The black candle stands
Alone
The blues from down here
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These are the granite walls of my asylum
Lavender leaves shaken by the light
And tremors underneath the surface
Each morning I lower my body under diamond
Each morning I lower my mind into the dawn’s flooding
Amber, to stare into shapes where I’m a silhouette
Stood in striped pyjamas. Mickey Mouse
Jumps off the radio. Dear Robert, the world is up for me
Inch by inch the green wings of my parakeet settle
My foot fall shuffles through the garage
A star twinkles across a line across the garden
My dear friends, I have stumbled so far from sight
Quite where I’ve gone, I cannot see.
Bionote
Charlie Baylis lives and works in Nottingham, England. He reviews poetry for Stride. His own writing has appeared most recently in Litro, Boston Poetry and Agave. He spends his spare time completely adrift of reality and tumbles, sporadically, here: theimportanceofbeingaloof.tumblr.com.
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