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Cinematic
it began with a close-up
lust licking every frame,
your lens loved my face
before I knew your name
I'm lost in your B-movie
my left profile badly lit,
direction hit and miss
script lacking any wit
zooming like a vampire
you pan along my fears,
cinema verite in spades
the denouement nears
you loved yelling: "Cut!
this reel will be your last",
...Wednesday 25th November 2020 10:57 am
Brutal Fable
And There She Goes……A Coward,
Down The Winding Stairs.
Exactly What He Expects.
That’s Me And The Girl Is You Inside The Mirror.
Frozen Fall Statues, Like Suicidal Images.
And In Every Home A Fire And Bread,
In Every Yard A Murder.
Upon The Pages A Blood Red
Of Bullets By His Head.
At Any Rate, The Plants Alive.
It’s Only Decent To Die.
They Oblige To Sedate………
If There’s A Choice, The...
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