Sucking on a Lemon

 Poetry 4

I felt you presence

and I wanted more

I felt you presence

and I wanted less

I felt you presence

and I felt lost

Is my life for naught?

Is it Christ or death?

A bone-white hand

Clenching fine-grained sand

Where does it land?

An arid land

soaked with sulphur

sowed with salt

A grocer at the end of his rope

Floating face down

Moper in the moat

[Inspired by Radiohead]