poems

Signals

Signals

30/8/13

Website pictures.
Adoring squiggles.
Writing lines that give off signals.
Up in smoke.
The great flambé.
Fireworks; where the monks pray.
Auld lang syne.
A different time.
When free love was not a crime.
In a circle, we’ve just met.
Singing songs of great regret.
Royalty your majesty, we over throw your tyranny.
The great word play.
Up and over we stray.
You’ll make of this what devils may.
Website pictures, adoring squiggles.
Writing lines that give off signals.

Copyright G.P.Williamson 2013

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