The Nightmare is Over Party
 

All his friends/ the ones he'd been too miserable to love / the ones he'd stung with
sourness/ the receiver's cold click/ the ones he'd bent backwards on the sickbed
of desire/ the ones who'd followed him down the winding/ slimy stair/ his ex-wives/
ex-mates/ & their kids/ all came to the party/ bringing booze which he shouldn't've
drunk/ but he did/ & dope/ to smoke away the smell of death on his skin/

windchimes rang with the sea/ stars pricked in his chest/ tinkling on their strings/ as if
they'd been muffled before/ as if moths'd laid grubs in his head/ colour ran into his
eyes/ blue/ green/ red/ he thought of yellow/

it was spreading like wine/ some chemical lock in his mind/ sprung open/ at the
tablets' sleek tap/ who'd've thought a small pill?/

a wife put her hand on his shoulder/ he tasted sweet ash on her lips/ their son
showed him a knee/ pink skin grinning round the scab/ a girl sang by the fire/ hands
golden on the strings/ a child kicked with her boots & sparks laughed up/ he doused
the dark stone in his groin with alcohol until it glowed/ he walked towards the singer/

they all sang/ that song you sing at birthdays/ had he said sorry for the things he'd
said?/ wine blunted the axe he'd cut them all down with/ a friend since highschool
hugged him/ & the skin below his ear was wet/ a wary handshake from his
eldest/ his first wife's warm forgiveness like perfume he hadn't smelt in years/
the singer wrapped him in her hair/

you want to leave it there/ at the Nightmare is Over Party/ you want to wake up
from the dream of falling/ into someone sighing in the dark beside you/ the
bomb explodes/ you jump/ then laugh/ hold out your glass/ you want new
fingerprints/ new skin/ a sleek white key/ ten pills above your heart/ a foil between
you/ and the dream of failing/

it
all
comes
down
to
a rusty lock/
stars wincing like cogs/
the country track/
the tap & the hose/
the flick of the key/
the white forked tree in the field/
& the night
               expanding
                          &n bsp; like love
 
 

Rebecca Edwards

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