SEQUEL
so much
frightens us
fear
can hardly be
more pervasive
and me
on the couch
in your bedroom
spending the night
thought we
would read love poems together
but here we are
turned Hansel
and Gretel
you telling me
fairy tales
reading me
my riot act
of a bedtime story
suddenly something
inside outside
in the space between us
has turned enchanted forest
a war in the pub behind
the off licence, a sequel
of sorts
over how, blood
gets sullied and
the State gets, poisoned
and as we all stream East
directives to
destroy
every house
where there might
be gingerbread
horror
not to be spoken
about
worst species of witch
next tale
to be told being
a sequel
of sorts dictating who
gets
a cuddle, what
orphans get dumped
go full sleeping beauty on
tragic trajectory
we
counting the beads on
your ancient
rosary
entrusted to you for
wholesome protection
by someone’s tramp, vamp
much
misunderstood
stepmother
and now
spectres from a
haunted past rising
up
from their graves to
propogate the sugar
sweet myth.
of a delicious future
ovens for burning cakes
on an industrial scale
stuff
of nightmare for us
to dream upon
now that hope for something
deeply, deeply shared
has drifted so far away
poems 2 die for 