Blind

No form, no function 
just self-induced destruction 

blocked receptors unravel 
observing the undeserved 
a second serving 
of an unfinished novel 

page by page pulled into their quarters 
there's not one getting away 

the ticker streams across the screen 
and I can hear their screams 
or so it seems 
the bought, the sold 
real stories never told 

those dished and displayed 
taking silence to the grave 

whispers I hear whispers 

I reach into the frozen waters 
washing with it the angst away 
parched taste buds now tingle 
unfortunately tomorrow's another day

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Eve Roper

Date: 9/30/2018 1:59:00 PM

When it come to our now or followers of frump they want to be know that they won't cause a stink or maybe he will give them the right never to enter his frump towers.. well done tim

Brendan Solomon

Date: 9/30/2018 12:21:00 AM

Sublime, Tim Tam Man. Art is more than an inspiration, he's irrepressible. Lol...

Darren White

Date: 9/29/2018 11:36:00 PM

love it, the self-induced destruction aside. Inspiration by another poet is fantastic

Arthur Vaso

Date: 9/29/2018 10:34:00 PM

Amazing wit and brilliance, I love the verse "page by page pulled into their quarters there's not one getting away" maybe for a change Kavanaugh wont get away.

Jan Allison

Date: 9/29/2018 4:20:00 PM

Arthur's musings inspire me so much Tim, I think he will be delighted to read your lines:-) hugs Jan xx