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Elbow Yard
Elbow Yard
In Elbow Yard the walls are thin
between this world and the next.
We communicate through clairvoyants
because we couldn’t handle text.
But that’s all right mate,
that’s pretty cool,
you didn’t like clowns
and I’m the fool.
In Elbow Yard the darkness reigns
and death dances out of sight
ready to drag us to his ballroom,
illuminated in pale g...
Monday 19th March 2018 8:05 pm
Running Man
Quickly pitting his wit
against an enemy
he reaches for his gun
the barrel is empty
the chamber clicks echo
Staggered staggering speed
as they close in he thinks
again which way to run
the white sedated walls
scream fear, shrinking backwards
A thorn through a window
whisperingly draws blood
as it strokes his cheek
reminding t...
Friday 1st March 2013 9:22 pm
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