Said she had no sense
of humour
Thought she was joking
ironic
Certainly got bored
as my shirts creased up
Meet you here, there, everywhere
Just never in the place
I wait impatiently
like we've arranged to break in
to the asylum through the front door
Just one more
trouble is
they're not cornettos
at least they don't seem to be
as they spray over the back seat
Just one more
denial
as the cop shines his torch
in my face
Says they're fascist, male bastards
as they unlock the cuffs
Seems it never happened
and it was all a bad, bad dream
as we awake to the number on his shoulder
on the official looking letter
on the mat
next to her broken shoe
© Ash Cheyne - October 2018
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I'm a Scot living in New Zealand. I write stories and poetry and experiment with photography,
I have just finished a novel called "A Genuine Mistake."
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October 6, 2018 October 6, 2018
Dark Ash… dark.
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Dark days indeed….
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