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Sherry Asbury Jul 2015
Sleep snapped its fingers all night,
but refused for a moment to alight.
Snichy-snatchy promises made,
but not meant and not kept.
Awareness - a balloon pushing
the head into grotesque shapes
thin enough to see through,
too flexible to squeeze away...
the riots of thought and remembrance.

4:00 AM
Ugly time, when reality
is caught in the headlight glare of reason;
refuses to be molded into something
rounded and melded.
Something less likely to flense our minds.
Ever happen to you??
The first look:
Smiles in a stretched-out loop
Pretentiously masked in the glorious fold
Dark at heart but moony to behold
Sinister looks in powdery faces
And beaming above a black façade
Extending the fellowship we crave to see
To make an *** of any that falls

The second look:
Project is snatched, hallowed-hand atwist,
Big Rogue speaks, all takes a nod,
and pay is squashed for truth in a pod
As topman cons with honey speech,
Lily-hood alone appraised
Brotherhood a-tipped for fakes:
Rewarding the lies behind the stakes

The third look:
Cheat-man’s pay: a pain-in-roll
Filthy wages to snatchy hands
Gullible mates are left snail-tracked.
Contractor’s vaults are now for the wolves
So rotten fund will find its base
Taking up wings, and it’s a ‘bye’.
Alas, the burnt tale of the greedy.

— The End —