Mind sat on the Cliffside,
Magnifying atoms of anxieties keeping me stagnant
Fondled down-hearted and blue
Taking supermarket flowers from the windowsill
Had thrown the day-old chamomile tea from the cup
Imbibed and drained me down to my last buck
Dust had steady down ‘Get Well Soon’ cards and stuffed animals
Crammed up photo album of reminiscence of sentiment
Stinks of the old ginger beer down the basin
Lines making me visionless crafting own conspiracy
Drying tears when affliction faded to black
Weeping behind broken turquoise drawers
Spoilt the magic pillows, set the bed, slanted the seats up
Pleated her pajamas neatly in a clothes chamber
Channel between the old woman and I
Gristly bond, no ruminant could masticate off.
A seraph in the silhouette of my mum
Guarding my life when I met strands of downfall
Mend your wings and soar to the boulevard of Angels
As God welcomes you back, you’re home.