Wednesday, 17 April 2013

THE GIG IS UP

The gig is up
for your troubles
and fake jewellery
that you sweated for once
under the moon in your bed

9 comments:

  1. cryptic as ever...the surreal twist in the last line keeps us asking for more.

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  2. nice one - it progresses so well

    tight writing MJD

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  3. Who's to blame,
    the Gold-digger or the Bastard?

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  4. Oooh! I love this image. You seem to have gathered up so much and delivered poetry that wastes not a single word.. but how much there is to understand in the final line!

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  5. Fantastic, love this one - what a closing line too, great poem!

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  6. Oh, fuck yes. This is a little sliver of gold, MJD :)

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  7. And I've just realised that I've repeated myself - arghhhhhh :D

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