12 Degrees & Skiving

what began as year-long challenge has become perpetual until further notice

April 22

friends, hard to forget
once the primary colour of weekends
the Rubik’s cube twists
and a colour palate surrounds
where stood a glossed plain of blue
and you know they’re somewhere
still on the same face
or round the corner
hard to hear
or not answering
and with every flick
slide, rearrangement
it’s unlikely to find yourselves
side by side on that same plain
except by the hand
of someone who knows what they’re doing

i used to peel off the stickers
put them all back amongst their rightful colours
but it shows
in the curled edges
the dust stuck fast
the tight smiles.


Tell me wotcha reckon

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