by Sean Portland

Created on: August 22, 2009   Last Updated: August 24, 2009

The Attic (typography version)

A light bulb hovers
?1ost in a longest blackest

OFF / swings was-wishes in swirling cosmOS -
F-a-n-t-a-s-t-I-c
flashes in a cold, damp, attic - frost twinkles,
trinkets in her big eye lashes''

Black paint, no windows so wonders what-where cracks and sockets may go,

rainy day, rainflush ushers in her slugs and snails, they're all her friends,
but now she's got her shoes all wet, mummies favourite dress is stained,
and laddered rainbow pop-socks too; all unravelled, hell to pay,
blame blame, orange squash and porridge thrown away, down the drain
by people in the keyhole, sees no evil, just -

F-a-n-t-a-s-t-I-c
flashes in a cold, damp, attic - fairies slip between the
lintel and the locked door, give her

little kisses ON/ her cuts and rashes, so sore, they're so
s0rry for her

Fan blades, cools and catches flies that buzz, she chases till she's dazed and numb,

rainy day, early welcome worms and crickets, maybe late, she doesn't know,
the polystyrene snow man must, be sick? his woolly scarf is ripped and mucky oh no!
no clothes, sniffs the tu1ips pressed and folded in the stack of comic books,
the rocket fumes, a dose that makes her sick and sneeze and blow her nose and look!

OFF / swings God-wows in a blanket odyssey -
F-a-n-t-a-s-t-I-c
flashes in a cold, damp, attic - bodies work the
timbers and the plaster, sing her
lullabies ON/ stand-by till her tears and cries are
n0 more.

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A light bulb hovers
lost in the longest blackest

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