Beacon Hill Road

Beacon Hill Road

Beacon Hill Road

begin

begin

begin

begin

begin

begin

begin

begging

Today is the first day she begins longing for the end. This isn’t happiness. A set of four dining chairs. Drawings of foxes and bleeding children.

It will probably never happen again.

again

again

again

again

again

again

again

Midway West

Midway West

The suicide of the saint.

Afraid to ask.

For a name, a place to stay.

Her heart tied

to the tracks

of a shrieking

train.

Midway West

Today is the first day she begins longing for the end. This isn’t happiness. A set of four dining chairs. Drawings of foxes and bleeding children. It will probably never happen again.

H e l

p

begin again

begin again

by a blank stared

mass of commuters.

On the platform 

she must find

her way

through the suffocating

maelstrom

of unyielding

bodies.

The subway car inhabited 

by a blank stared mass of commuters. On the platform she must find her way through the suffocating maelstrom of unyielding bodies.

The subway car inhabited 

S u i  

The suicide of the saint. Afraid to ask. For a name, a place to stay. Her heart tied to the tracks of a shrieking train. Fragmentary figurations. Lamenting the loss of another. The feeling weirdly familiar. A memory. A fever dream. 

c i d e 

Black's Link

Black's Link

Black's Link

The subway car inhabited 

The subway car inhabited 

Anonymous heaps of flesh and bone trapped in pre-determined patterns. Like blood pumped through the body. Spread throughout the intricacies of the inner city. A dark hole of compliance and complacency.

the city

the people

the sorrow

the ghosts

the love

Arran Street

Arran Street

Arran Street

What if she thinks so but doesn't say so. 

As she sits on a bench overlooking the ocean.

A million miles from that cold metal table and the mob of spectators.

stillness

descends

As stillness descends.

The sound of her own breathing.

That there was one. But it was.

Pike Street

Pike Street

Pike Street

Of mourners and murderers.​

 

Of lovers and

innocent bystanders.

Of mourners and murderers.​

Of lovers and innocent bystanders.

Fragmentary figurations.

Lamenting the loss of another.

The feeling weirdly familiar.

A memory. A fever dream. 

Michel van Collenburg © 2021

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