Submissions by funfivefunfive

tower
of
cut
and
paste
cryptic
cross
word
clues

I hacked my way
through its dense wordplay
and dragged the main  thought out
into the open
so we all could have a butchers  

What did it say?

It said
It was a black flame gardener

it said
your face was always far too loud
had too many people in it
for new friendships

to the sound of
white van doors sliding shut

Bit into the ghost
while its flesh was still alive

the pain got too technical
for an ambulance

was sitting too far away from it
to describe it for them

what could I say to them
with words not meant
for each other

when the weeping past you turns unborn again

the sadness has nothing to go on

but

is at its freshest

Hornet in my balaclava
Colour of  
High ceiling in Bananadine Hoax Museum

Rolling on the carpet there
Colour of
Analogue TV static returning to picture

Looking  up the drained curtains there
Colour of  mint in antique wedding cake

Looking up last leg of Indian summer there
Colour of deep red forced into shallow blue

Face in reflecting shadow- lost nun at pop up cobbler window
Colour of  surgical boot vitamin D

No use going out in IT, IT only leaves bad memories on the skin
Colour of a flu jab in a crop circle in a...