alfie lee writing

Fall

dead to cold
ground
rolling in
a common
grave,
leaves leaping
quick
skelter
purpose
snap to
bungee
tension jack a
weight.
Tussle
in
a windsweep
come
what may,
over
air a
jumpstart
reeling
jetsam
sore a
foot
each
other
only way.

Scatter
fly by
and by
and spiral
death
to dive
to sling
shoot
stop
and start,
crumble
on cold
crude
concrete
which thought to
swing
on over
broken half
a
chance.
Strip
in two so
crack
a smile
force
spoken to to
rip
a part,
let stay
the word
till
stumbling still
say
precisely
what
you
think you
really
can
but can
not
want.



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