Sunday, 21 September 2008


Illicitly complicit,
I stare as you start,
I wander and wonder at your tenacity, audacity
Head held high, arms spread wide,
A knowing grin,
Showing sin
A click of the fingers
And a tap of the foot,
All that's left of you is a wink I blink
it's air.. light white, without a care air.
The prison chamber echoes with your frown.

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