tearing the small print
out of lifestyle
magazines,
squeezing teabag
stains my
hand,
crumpled page from
book i won’t
miss,
pull head from
hourglass
sands,
patch ripped off
my service
jacket,
a bloody scam
it was
i confess..
carving living stars
from sky’s
quilt
with a laughable
lack of
guilt..
left my life
a gutted mess,
gutless scam
it is
i confess..
stuck the stolen
shards of
light
to my sweaty head
then crashed
to sleep,
time’s clippings strewn
across the
floor,
of showroom
suite.
Grumpy Gorman
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*collage from a stormy time.
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