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La Belle au Bois Dormant .

      
       
       
       
"all in a single day" they say.    
I walk      
slouched      
bored to death with it    
thinking, beer and hamburgers      
leaving the imagery        
to the old folk.      
       
The thing with old people-  
they don't believe.      
Doesn't matter how many times      
you reiterate a simple thing,      
they look at you        
in long discussion.      
       
A remote server connection    
is their own desktop;    
touch screens need to be pounded    
until glass fragments slither  
mirroring finger-tips,  
as sleeping beauty    
texts love notes    
in blood    
across her bedroom wall.
       
All in a single day      
the strongest beast      
can transform into a panzy prince,      
in the cruel death of passion      
dripping blood from the mouths        
of pens        
wearing diapers      
and notebooks filling drips.      
       
All in a single day, the        
treasures of your creativity      
art in your talents      
craft in your science      
can disintegrate
     
a fragment of a needle      
on a spinning wheel      
re-worked      
and re-welded      
by Brothers Grimm      
until      
nothing is left.      
       
Nothing      
- but a single      
full stop        
in a world      
of punctuation .      
       
       
       
       
       
-x-
Written by RevolutionAL (Alistair Plint)
Published | Edited 12th Jul 2018
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