My ghost above curtain blades
7 March 2017

They holler
Thieves in window frames
Looting free
Rage in spree
Rampant rise against justice
Excuse injustice
March Hatter
Demented eyes glow
The smoke slow
The holes blow
Extrusion mind and matter
Nothing that we know
Pinnacle
Of the moving shades
Jack of spades
In red wades
My ghost above curtain blades
Flickers as it fades
Reading of the poem:

Play Dead – Björk
Fun
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Thank you Derrick 🙂
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Thank you 😊
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