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
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9 comments:

  1. Abin Chakraborty22 April 2013 at 16:18

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

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  2. Brother Ollie23 April 2013 at 00:35

    nice one - it progresses so well

    tight writing MJD

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  3. Stormcat Poetry23 April 2013 at 02:06

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

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  4. Kerry O'Connor23 April 2013 at 03:07

    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. Anonymous23 April 2013 at 03:41

    I like your style.

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  6. Anonymous1 May 2013 at 23:22

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

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  7. Anonymous13 May 2013 at 14:15

    Oh, fuck yes. This is gold, MJD.

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  8. Anonymous13 May 2013 at 14:15

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

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  9. Anonymous13 May 2013 at 14:16

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

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