Jul
3
2011
Speak
Unspoken words falling in the overnight frost
My pain stretched across the clothes line
My rights shredded and dying
Redundant, like some old dripping knickers
A yowling pit bull in a world of pain
Diluted by neighbours partying, on and on and on
And I ensconced with the creeping mould
Alone with my chillblains
Devoid of strokes
Outside an old stepped on peg
Pushed down deep into the cold clay
- Ronnie
1 July 2011
