March 2019 Collage Poem - 'In the Wardrobe'
Silence, echoes, look at the colours
And Distant Distractions
Minks and stoles all of this reminds me of you
Silver hunter's knife
Overseer left mute
Soiled aliens desperate in Heaton Moor
Park stumble on a Mel
Inside the man bag, inside the wardrobe
Inside the mind, a voice, a naked voice
Lost in the wardrobe, he looked for
Dead bodies anyway.
Stop hiding your food in the closet and share it please
WATCH OUT! - IT'S THE CRAZY TEXT LADY
Killer man-bag, a promise keeper's
Tidying up the dissolved butterflies
In Nigel's jumper
Ignoring the screams from the
In the buff my man bag
For all to see!