Gary Robinson
Behind the tumour Wallpaper
parted like lips / wind gasps
in the grinning loan shark of a dream
Someone says: Death is the mouth of the body
Applause that turns away Wallpaper
of solitary fruit embedded in a marauding army
A murmur in the room like a broken pane of glass
Drapes stutter / sunlight
flashes its switchblade
© Gary Robinson writes from Ontario, Canada
