bubbles spray, painted clear
a man lingers, a man we fear.
beady eyes, cruel fingers and beguiling breath
sweet sickly aromas of aftershave & death.
people whisper wherever he walks
talk is brutal and the crows slowly stalk.
his name is worn away, momentarily lost
his identity as temporary as the earthly frost.
but like charades we join him in his cruel games
and run along in his salubrious flames.
cheating men, he remains always alone
clinging onto people's pasts like a dog with a bone.
crying for a diseased future, beginning to rot
swimming in oceans of violet forget-me-nots.
(so what if I like a good cliché)
p.s. all the poetry posted is MINE
p.p.s. that mean's its Rebecca's
p.p.p.s "hand's off"
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