Archive for February 23, 2015


defiled …

defiled …

why do I do the things I do why have I lied cried trampled upon the best of souls shredded promises while sermonising & a-preachin’ about this and that and all the manure in between but but but the naked truth despicable contemptible heinous even wags it’s gnarled digit my way a liar & a cheat guilty a thin veneer & a charade guilty an almost sociopathic lack of empathy yet bemoaning it’s absence in others a high ‘n’ mighty twisted two-faced man who is more akin to those he rails against and so accused I stand and guilty I plead no excuses to be regurgitated none of those poor attempts at rationalisation cos’ once the truth is set free unchained deshackled let loose upon me the smug purveyor of this and of that always the railer-against the puffed-up chested indignant aberration of ramshackle words and and of so much worse oh yes this be truth I speak now for better or verse …

memories of tangerine pathways blanketed in cinnamon sugar sprinkled over sensually warm thoughts reflect in her eyes of granite seeing through my lemonade words my styrofoam scribbles my polythene verse lost in the glittering bazaar of deadened inured consciences wrapped in tattered spirit cloaked under bruised memories enshrouded by welcomed apathy ensconced in chariot of gold removed from each other by choices chosen regrets regretted excuses excused cop-outs outed while tick-tock the accusatory gnarled finger of time wags cajoling threatening as blueberry skies sweep it all away

for now …

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