The blank page
has the coldest stare,
no words can describe
this darkness inside,
yearning for amnesia.
Happiness, the distant land
where other people live;
I’m no denizen there,
my passport withdrawn
when you rejected me —
subjecting me —
to the pain of my self
Copyright Francis Barker 2020
It’s making you think
Distorting clear perception
Who owns opinions?
Copyright Francis Barker 2020
I am tired of this life
of noir
the greyness of sealskin
pulled taught over my face
this indoor sterility staring
through smeared glass
So go on, batter me flat
O wind and rain
I’ll live out visceral dreams
before plagues of locusts
blot out this pretending sky
Copyright Francis Barker 2020
Unsettling presence
A baleful visage rising
Moon — why are you blue?
Copyright Francis Barker 2020
Truth needs no support
Lies need elaboration
Tear down the facade
Copyright Francis Barker 2020
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