Maligned murder it's name.
Watch him, His heckles.
Escaped your binding Blast.
Tied to path.
Lashed down in preparation for the storm.
That never came.
The wind of changes that, while forecast.
Evaporated over his head.
Clouded judgements.
And yet clarity's will prevailed.
The bastard offspring of the future, temperate.
Vivacious Hot with fur.
Disabled but anxious. Always.
Pleased with a present wrapped by another.
As his choice had gone.
Spreading like bacteria.
The germinated jewel that grew before us.
His agelessly developed spine.
Rear view, back projected.
Congealed with self direction, laying devilish.
Dormant, permanently temporary.
Will removed.
The caged creature.
Malcontent it's middle name.
Eyes deep with pain and revenge, Listless with anger that will never vent. That chimney has charm, not malice.
A forced thought pulses with vibrancy.
But returning buried, unfulfilled, annually.
It's predestined to use its claws.
But maintains them short, kept. Manicure it's surname,
Maligned-murder it's first.
About the Creator
Paul Beckett
I’m a writer, horologist & joy filled explorer. Reality to me is plastic. I’m fascinated with time, quantum physics, analogue and fashion.
My writings at least 69% autobiographical, often 99%
Fav:Johnny Panic and the Bible of Dreams- S.Plath
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