Wednesday 29 June 2011

Seven Keys

Why are the streets paved with keys
to cemented concrete doors
that lock us out of the sea
and bury us to the floor?
I cannot take seven steps
without seven injuries,
and now my foot has seven rips
in the shape of seven keys.
I will walk right up the walls,
sailing up in loafing ships
and when my face finally falls
I will learn to lock my lips.

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