An unseemly display of public disaffection

A wreath around you
As if I mistook
A sapling for a mountain

Teeth of glass
With that diseased opacity
Of expelled liquorice

An aeon’s season
Of scree and debris

The draggled hem
Of summer’s discarded dress

Red dust in your veins

In your eyes
Autumn’s evening amber

I didn’t cry
Til they played
that stupid song again

Kept spelling everything wrong
In the innocuous text message

With unwilling, clumsied fingers

Easter’s discounted chocolates 
In cartoon disaffection 
From serried array
Numbly watching

The lights in stars
A linoleum sheen

Wrote a few disconsolate lines
Found in them
Little consolation