‘Michael Barrymore'


We could trace a straight line
From cul de sacs that define
Sprawling brain mines
In our cold heads
To perpetually dry
Basins that collect bright
But watertight
Emotional dregs

The absurd cruelty of our crimes
Has forged a deadness in our eyes
The bizarre malice of our wicked ways
Has rendered us unable to face
Ourselves in the mirror
So let's accept the truth
And just get used
To being ‘contextual sinners'!

We could trace a straight line
From cul de sacs that define
Sprawling brain mines
In our cold heads
To perpetually dry
Basins that collect bright
But watertight
Emotional dregs.

 

© M.A.Tovey 2007

 

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