Sunday 21 September 2008

Gone

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,
Elsewhere
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.

No comments: