Matthew Webb Poet Imagism

Walk Down the Stairs of My Poem

Chicken curry worry about finances 
                 of dinners on the table consisting of 
                            bank statements eat paper water vapour 
                                   smoke out the room bloom gloom monsoon 
                                      of tears flood of blood crashing wave frequency
                                                in the crooked shack in The middle of nowhere.
                                   Stairs enhanced mechanical bannisters coiling round the 
                    metal frames of this game disdain.     
          Retain my shivers quivers kitchen livers blisters serious series of rhymes that just shoot out like bullets through a glass canvas

     
                         We're at the bottom of the stairs
              So take some wine and shortbread with you as you make your way       through the misted night of lights blue ambience playing like a cutscene of            dreams gleam let your imagination run away with you.

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