Inside my mind a sinister wellington boot


 

 

 

Inside my mind a path was clear,

And shiny spaced

from

Here

to

Here

but

water rushes, gushes in

through ears

and drowns the thoughts

and freezes warmth and sloshes.

Galoshes.

Clumsy great drops

Split splatter

And splodge their way.

Mindlessly squelching muddy wellybootprints

STOMP

across the paths that I lay down stone by stone

and gouged in places pale and cold

Obliterating patterns and direction

With mindless welly purpose

That knows me not.

Greening, cleaning, antifreezing

Misbelieving that what was here before was.

The peas are tossed away and churned and frothed,

They feel no wrath,

They turtle- hurtle on,

Lurching back to what was before but expecting nothing

Round and round

Their voices drowned,

Their juice runs clear

WE WERE NEVER HERE

The welly squelches glibly glee,

And oozes mud all over me.

 

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