The Moya View



It’s a fizgig, a gadding

of damp powder

hinting to explode,

assuming your surname

without any legal ceremony.


It flip flops you with trust

burrowing into the one

perfect position,

sleeping ahead of you,

waking you when you fall behind.


Not at all heavy, yet the

heaviest thing you’ll ever have.

Every breath heavy with airy death

that stunts your budding

wings from taking flight.


You measure the weight of

every thought until it always

pulls you down and your soul

takes flight just  to live…


…and you don’t t bother to chase it.



a fizgig is both a flirting woman and a

firework of damp powder that fizzes or hisses when it explodes.


gadding is to go around from one place to another, in the pursuit of pleasure or entertainment.






One response to “Cancer”

  1. carolineshank Avatar

    Excellent. Bravo

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