Coral Hull: Poetry: Rose Street Archeology: Bringing Home The Strays: 6. Scavenging For Love For A Living

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CORAL HULL: ROSE STREET ARCHEOLOGY
BRINGING HOME THE STRAYS

6. Scavenging For Love For A Living

with those tender silly thoughts, about what those derelicts could have been, in order to offer me something, now i have received by giving to some extent, but i couldn't save them, i am powerless in the world of strays & derelicts, it's like scavenging at the rubbish tip, when the good shops are next door & you can go there if you want to, but you can't afford to buy, besides the variety confuses you, it's the tip where your father took you as a child & it's what you're used to, you always go back to look for something that might have been unearthed or overlooked, you dream of the tip, create many stories of its great potential to keep you occupied, by the sad fact that nothing is happening, you unearth but you still keep coming up with the same filthy rubbish, soon you are knee deep & stinking with it, getting worried & weaker by the minute, you want to heal them, you plan to feel nothing, you want to emanate like a cold sun for your confused insects, or those with the potential to be men, you wanted to shed some light on their world, but they just die against you, they just crash & create a dull little mark on you, like black powder, like ash, please let them heal themselves & please make me able to receive love, instead of scavenging for a living, contrary to popular belief, there is never anything really good at a rubbish tip, simply what other people have already thrown out

    

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