silence in the house

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Silence In The House


My foreground vision’s gone.
The traffic, a lawyer, a Chinese girl -
Since you went these close things
Vibrate to a grainy mess,
Leaving the vision cast long at the hills:
Horizon being the ceiling at which I stare.
I’d go, if you were there.

It was your bright pentangular face I loved.
Your freckles.
“Any hole you like, Philip.”

It pissed down after you’d gone,
and then you’d gone.

You’d gone.

Your soft flutter “do you understand?”
The way you talk.
The way you dye your red hair dark.
The way the boys stand back and balk.
The way you kiss.

But it is silence in my house.

Four lots of men have been here,
with drinks.

Now they are gone,
and there is a silence in my house
that sucks my love upstairs.

Where there are shoes, but not you.


Philip White














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