Lost in transition

Your words carried like a brief encounter

Emotion is the monster hiding outside the walls

 

Gangreen in suburbia and skinned alive

With donkey ears! Good Gods!

 

Occupations occupy stations on the wall

Barrymore paints the myths of time

To hang in Manchester as a quiet man

Tells of lost love.

 

Sonnets to art leave us lost

 

There's rumours

 

Strapped to the rocks and giving death stares

To the green-eyed monster

Sitting kissing

Silence cutting through the air

 

There is a rumour going round

That a post truth world is coming.