Tuesday, 26 October 2010


Aint no fat lady singing to A punk rock monstrosity
Mistress so unexplained
Deviating from an unchartered course
Of uninhibited intercourse
A feral vibe
Or a dying tribe
When the fish are all sailing
In an ocean of indifference
Sway or stay but please decree
The bland middle ground is choking my senses
Like a vat of cold comfort
On a shoulder so cold
Refreezing butter that wouldn’t melt
On your forsaking tongue
And loiter quite aimless, drifter
Until a happening occurs
To illuminate your puerility
And enhance your shades of grey
In a world robbed of every hue
And the colour drained leaves a mark
Beneath the ash
The layers of dust
The remaining embers spark

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