Martin O'Neill - 7am Passing By

Martin O'Neill - 7am Passing By

Black polythene bags disgorging detritus br An urban comet trail along the path br Limned faintly in morning frost, cars passing, oblivious. br There, below an incongruous vermillion balaclava, br Framing a bearded wreck of a face, br Egg-yolk eyes blear vacantly br Through an indeterminate fuzz of grimy facial hair. br Tremulous, liver spotted hands on br Emaciated, bony wrists clutching a can of beer. br 7a.m. Commuters pass, indifferent, apart. br A thin patina of of grime, helplessness and loss br Clings to this dessicated, withered hull. br A discarded, broken party balloon br Imbued with the wan hue of incipient br Hepatic surrender interspersed with the br Spidered red veinous signatures br Of dissolution and despair. br They will likely be there tomorrow br Unconsoled br These remains of a boy.


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Uploaded: 2014-11-10

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