Baby in a bucket

Posted: December 22, 2014 in poetry
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fishhook
I fucked up
A Baby in a bucket
Psychosis waits for my quiet moments
Please don’t go
A boneless baby in a bucket
Depression sucks me into bed and imprisons me for weeks
The Taliban in Pakistan shoots a hundred school children
Paranoid spider-webs of cause and effect
A mother stabs eight children to death in Cairns
Chaotic drunken stumbling through the transparent life of a mediocrity
Or is there more?
A boneless translucent baby in a bucket
Miasma of failure seeping from suicides
A friend of mine who took so much speed that he stayed up for two weeks then hung himself
So alone
It’s never enough.
Houses upon houses iterating and reiterating in infinite suburban tedium
You can buy a coat for your dog which simulates the feeling of a hug
Tip the boneless translucent baby out of the bucket
Will I touch it?
Does it live?
Fangs pierce my neck
Fish-hooks perforate my flesh

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Comments
  1. yeah I’m pretty happy with this one– reading a bit too much Sylvia Plath I think

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