Seventeen Death

Seventeen Death ,
you are a shadow of my being
so truthful , cold and too opaque
just like the bathroom floor.

Seventeen death,
you are also cloaked in mystery.
Just like the duke and earl of spades
choking in my mirror drops,
asking for a second helping

seventeen death
seventeen death
seventeen death

Lurking calmly in my soup bowls,
curling like the parking greys,

Seventeen death,
you'd called out my names.

Like a church boy in a choir of staples,
and the butter breath without the guns,

seventeen death, in brilliantine colours,
Tell me you're the only one.

Seventeen death
seventeen death
seventeen death

Like a chorus of a member,
built in parliamentary goals.

Fill your velvets, deepest red
Fill all of these... bullet holes

Seventeen Death ,
you are now a merchant
sales in soul pull
on the dresser drawer,
cold enchantments on the floor

Seventeen death,
bequeathing dreary township lines,

cross sailor hairs in depth charge,
double bill soliloquy.

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