Trading places willing to take
Thatcher mind muscle
This one acquired, not innate
Marching miles, heavy duty duffel bag
Millstones on my back
Fatigue wearing, tomorrow BDU
Carrying their load, mine too
Silence
Camouflaged
A night swoop
Aim directed at burden's coop
Rugby team
Not out for the fifty-fifty chance
Going against the tennis champ
Ludicrous celebrities
Soaring high on yellow stages, devoid
Of scruples, devil replaced
Refreshed encountering a few
Volume raised up
All ye, All ye, oxen free
Found you in the the flamingo tree
Projecting faults onto me
One dress owned, while vamps
Make me want to puke on it
Not going to keep them buoyant
While sinking me deeper in quicksand
There it is, found a branch
Safe and sound
On solid ground
At least
Until the following round.




















Comments: 48 ( 7 removed by Vj McMullan )
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Thank you for sharing with Watching The Wind Blow By
What an interesting piece, Vj!!
While sinking me deeper in quicksand...
Makes me think of the Oscars coming up. Nice manifesto poem, Vj.