Poetry Blogs (CRACKS)
raining cats and dogs outside
Ron's too heavy, nearly fainting
ceiling's cracked and peeling
needs plastering and painting
never enjoyed sex, orgasms
gave me not a second look
up there that web of cracks
is not unlike reading a book
he's pumping like a good 'un
I nearly dropped off to sleep
surveying spidery fissures
a bit like counting sheep
Friday 18th December 2020 10:39 am
How brave, in reality, is a ‘brave face’?
A facade shared, it would seem,
by the majority of the human race.
Beneath the flaking paint of a painted mask
lies a truth too long and painful to explain
no matter how oft you care to ask.
How long before the cracks become too wide
to conceal with powders and creams
and the crimson smile starts to slide.
Tuesday 9th June 2015 10:49 am