one of my turns
Dazzling watercolour set
Abandoned through
disillusionment
Pours gently and quietly
Into festering open sewer
Painter trampled underfoot
By monochrome clamour
Hurtling towards
Nine fifteen to Euston
Rotting leaves
Fall like verdigris tears
As linoleum factory
Shits out endless filth
To enable people
To walk more comfortably
On kitchen floor
Starving poet
Unable to buy wife chocolate bar
While banker eats muffin
In adjacent vehicle
Single dead child
Enables humanity
To finally discuss
Whether we should allow
Torment and misery
E-Book manufacturer
Releases fragrance
Enabling E-Book
To smell just like
Real-Book
Is it just me?
Stu Buck
Wed 23rd Sep 2015 14:25
http://smellofbooks.com/
'sigh'
i often feel very detached!