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Tightrope

Taut are the never ending cables,
Grind elevators through time shafts
Balance scrapers to the sky’s tilt,
Feather friendship to staircase
Of red double-decker buses.

Nothing more.....
Than a metaphor whore,
Door-to-door salesman
For GrimReaper.com,
Building suburban cemeteries
To the pedal of London after midnight.

Show me the bones and I may
Write you a double-breasted suit

Angles of Angel Pub
Take wings on camera obscura
Lager lenses just become smaller.

Only thing civil about our service,
Garrison of garrulous secretaries
Emotions forted on lipstick stained napkins.

Madam Tussaude waved across skin
Stretchered waxen Harley Street patients

Carry(ing) On regardless, we left smut in
Sid James smeared glasses, left a crackling
Grin upon the barmaid’s skin.

Weller sweeps the Chapel of Rest
Weeping awhile across the smallest of faces,
The removal van’s final journey is just a jukebox away.

Adieu to the palest painter, chin-chin,
Hwylio'n uchel to the Cockney discotheque.

That, son, is entertainment
Strangeways_Rob
Written by Strangeways_Rob
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Author's Note
ERULGCT 184. Another one bites the dust, and frankly, it's becoming boring. My Xmas Card list is slimming by the month. That's Entertainment song by The Jam. Hwylio'n uchel = sail loudly.
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