Sticking Plaster


Or a plaster
Both will stick
Both will screed
Over gaping wounds
On a once smooth wall
Or on a once smooth skin

But where is that plaster-er
That mends most anything?
That kind cavity wall grafter
Repairing that that is within

I am here waiting, bleeding
Grasping at rotten leftovers
At stuff that means nothing
At that that lives there after

Is it the bright bowling pin
Spilling its scarlet falls
Into my scar sounds
As I cry, scream
Ice-cream lick
Or long after