Ocean Blue

Ocean blue

Anaglypta under

Stretched roughly

Corners creasing

All the way down

But it does the job for now


A couple of maritime ornaments

Add to the cover-up

A new lampshade

A wooden board with inspired sayings

These are the things that erase the former occupants personality

Making us smile

Not wince


Can we cover ourselves up?

Mask the lines?

Do a splendid job?

Accentuate the normal

And how long will it last?


Everything tidy


In place

I stand back

In admiration

But then notice

A  gap under the toilet seat

Piss is slowly getting through

Another job to do


◄ Cake Mix

The Day Of Her Leaving ►


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chris yates

Thu 4th Feb 2016 15:09

Such a funny yet exasperating ending feel for you x

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Tue 9th Jun 2015 11:17

Aargh! The list of jobs is endless!

Rose Casserley

Tue 9th Jun 2015 09:54

multiply my comments as much as you like Jon,because this poem soooo deserves much more than one.

(no rhyme intended.) x

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