End
Midnight one minute
Artificial end of day
In
unending time
Don't want it to end?
Best there was no beginning
Just
twiddle your thumbs
At a loose end, eh?
Just pop round to the neighbours
And
offer to help
Blow
Yes I've had a drink
Blow into this bag, madam
'Twas a
cup of tea
Article declined
A small blow to self esteem
On to
next journal...
I never used blow
No need for mind enhancement
Quite
the opposite
Deep
My feelings run deep
And have been there for ever
Underground river
Deep down in her womb
She felt the smallest flutter
The
future of life
With deep sympathy
I honour those who have lost
That is, all of us
Pound
Fire in the fairground
We hide in the Ghost Train Bar
Nightmare headache pounds
Chopper blades pound night
Rockets fire enemy ground
We
hide safe bar none
Scouting camp ground fire
Hide drum rhythm pounded out
Bar by noisy bar
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