how many times will I be forced into swallowing

life's broken promises that I expected to have been fulfilled by now

ones that I had hoped would have gone down much smoother and in one piece

comfortably shielding my eyes and ears

preventing them from seeing or hearing

the increased speeding up of each days self dismantling

pushing me through the last chance saloon doors faster and faster

hurrying towards my own personal flatlining.


The pattern of my existence is all too quickly unravelling

quicker than I ever thought it would

something or somebody has fucked off with every stopping awhile place

on this steep single track to plug hole city

little did I know until now that all I have been doing

is to have taken and continued, to take part

in a disguised free fall exercise.



◄ passing into obscurity of an iron horse rider

please don't laugh at this insanely inspired poem called -Seeing three pieces of plastic becoming involved in a love triangle with each other ►


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Rose Casserley

Fri 12th Jul 2019 13:19


Martin ?
Des ?
Grace ?
Do.Rothy ?
Sophie ?
Vert ?

Philipos, only if that cord still works after all the time of not having the sense to have pulled it long ago and drifted towards plug hole city much slower.

Respectful correction Lisa-was young-don't let my preferred pikky fool you. I'm beginning to join the prune skin club-UGH!

Dev, consider your particular approvals very ? indeed squire.

Grateful thanks to all.

Rose ?

Devon Brock

Thu 11th Jul 2019 21:31

"last chance saloon" - "plug hole city"! Ripping verbiage, Rose.


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Lisa C Bassignani

Thu 11th Jul 2019 21:29

You're still young gets better trust me?

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Thu 11th Jul 2019 19:37

Ummm. Sounds like a lot to unpack here. Don't forget to grip the rip cord. Good to hear someone honest enough to say it as it is. ?

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