02-04-2015, 06:49 PM
Say what you wish, now we're alone
inside our common dread.
I will not speak to criticise,for time we squeeze
between warm palms
must not slip free to run like sand
through clapping hands,
still hot with praise and swollen red.
I say so little anymore,
of consequence or worth.
Since youth bowed out--exit stage left--
and credence left on cue,
this play has gone from bad to worse.
tectak
2012
inside our common dread.
I will not speak to criticise,for time we squeeze
between warm palms
must not slip free to run like sand
through clapping hands,
still hot with praise and swollen red.
I say so little anymore,
of consequence or worth.
Since youth bowed out--exit stage left--
and credence left on cue,
this play has gone from bad to worse.
tectak
2012