A strike strike strike
come trickle, slide down
this time time time
feather the missing sound;
tame, persuade an
etched crestfallen her,
subdue, don't hammer
home anger;
if only just
to prepare and provoke,
to evoke
to elicit and choke,
to clasp, gazump and extort
hours - withering though mine;
for days which pine
full clocks of corpses
starch'd souls and stage signs;
or is one to beget..
deceive a wooden bench
that's left to smother,
to temper the chagrin
wasted in debt,
semi borrowed in mire;
laden with fury are
memories riddled
with latitudes of grief
of inherited jealousy
maliciously crumbling
on our knees.
Its tonight,
an aching evening
self appointed in acrimony.
