Protocol Prison

Inspired by a portrait on display at a Prado Lounge Café Bar.

Portrait in Prado Lounge Café Bar
(artist unknown to author)

Marbled fingers,
pen in hand,
barely gripped –
just placed
to sign.

inkless nib.

Hands not his own –
dummy’s hands,
Top Shop hands.
Wrists detached,
concealed by
golden-wrist watch.

Arms that exhale
hair, growing;
sinews, fleshed over,
long, thin, stringy,
gluing muscles to bone.

Spasms of feeling,
of pain, messages
from a red-pumping
heart, faltering, needing
to be heard.

Neurons take aim,
signals push and shove,
seek passages;
bugle for
living brain.

A brain in situ;
howls frozen,

Pen and thoughts


A protocol

Copyright owned by Jay Cool, September 2018

Published by The Silly-Savvy Salopian

Freelance writer and descendant of the cave dweller and outlaw, Humphrey Kynaston. Banished from Shropshire for my eccentricity, I have made my home in Suffolk. I write poetry, short stories, travel journals, comedy gig reviews and non-fiction articles. My wish is to write my way back into the heart of my birth land. All writing commissions (and free holidays in Shropshire!) considered.

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