alfie lee writing


Out of this world

When you finally stopped
clinging to appearances and
cancer took a hold of your

face, forced its distortions,
beat you senseless, balloon blue, swell
and swallowed you up, left your body

caved to the tunnel at the end
of the light, what was left to do but
sing? Nothing. Not

of this world. You
no longer speak to me.
So i might as well just

leave. You no longer mean to me.
I'm not of this world.
I've got one foot

out the door and I won't be
coming back for more.
I'm out.

Of this world no longer.
The firmament is due, is rent.
Backward falling is Time, bent.

No. Love. Lost. Still.
Nothing ever is what i meant.
I'm not here to fucking reminisce.


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