Wednesday, 24 October 2012

Liebe Orchidee

Glamour leaps out of the
Pools of her eyes
its not always what you express 
that shews the real intention beneath
To be in the foregaze of
shadow pamphleteers
it has never felt as hollow as 
it does now
now cladded in warm manure,
worried the romantic veneer would 
evaporate, the Rommeer polish
The old jail is now a new hotel,
room service continues.

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