The Peripheries
Patio handshakes,
Glass stares and parasite smiles,
The peripheries.
You’re vile like hot tar,
You’re municipal grim ghosts
Raping the almost,
Your words carry scents,
Practised lies and old pie charts,
We hate you and pray.
Patio handshakes,
Glass stares and parasite smiles,
The peripheries.
You’re vile like hot tar,
You’re municipal grim ghosts
Raping the almost,
Your words carry scents,
Practised lies and old pie charts,
We hate you and pray.
September 26, 2010 at 10:13 am
Interesting, nice composition.
October 4, 2010 at 5:41 am
Sorry! ‘my comments’ were linked to a dead blog, but should be ok now, anyway it’s http://www.songsoftheill.wordpress.com where I’m posting poems as well, so please drop by and let me know what you think.