his life
my life
is built upon time lapse
bordered by chip shops
and Kit Kats
topped off by the old chaps
who meet down the green.
I have seen the cynical
join with the maniacal
to plot diabolical acts,
time lapse.
And the pollsters who all
think like gangsters,
Gotti taking shots at the
politicians and cops
topped off by doughnuts,
cold cuts are the best though.
Now there were ruins and now there were mansions
all in the blink of the cameraman's eye
high rise and low cloud
don't think I am too proud to
take your advice.
It stutters on taped to feelings long gone
and the time lapse
and the Trilby's and flat caps
and the Kit Kats
and the chip shops and
it seldom stops anywhere
where I could make a
comment,
torment?
my punishment
reliving through creased folds
on clean linen bedsheets.
There are the gaps in the time lapse
when I seem not to exist
as if part of my life
has been missed out,
on purpose?
Apr 21, 2017
Apr 21, 2017 at 11:57 AM UTC
his life
my life
is built upon time lapse
bordered by chip shops
and Kit Kats
topped off by the old chaps
who meet down the green.
I have seen the cynical
join with the maniacal
to plot diabolical acts,
time lapse.
And the pollsters who all
think like gangsters,
Gotti taking shots at the
politicians and cops
topped off by doughnuts,
cold cuts are the best though.
Now there were ruins and now there were mansions
all in the blink of the cameraman's eye
high rise and low cloud
don't think I am too proud to
take your advice.
It stutters on taped to feelings long gone
and the time lapse
and the Trilby's and flat caps
and the Kit Kats
and the chip shops and
it seldom stops anywhere
where I could make a
comment,
torment?
my punishment
reliving through creased folds
on clean linen bedsheets.
There are the gaps in the time lapse
when I seem not to exist
as if part of my life
has been missed out,
on purpose?
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