What Sundays Need is Masking Tape!

a latent melancholy shivers

Sunday afternoon….

with all its childhood


the weekend past, way past

its best

Monday morning begins to


tis going back to school….


even now, that same old film


inside my head

the institutional bullying of

the soul

while Sunday afternoons simply


Monday mornings lie in wait

to strip me, peel me of my


still, a feeling of displacement

…..of trust misplaced….


Thatcher Doran

About pmisteil

Hi, my name is Paul though I write under other names like, Thatcher and Paolo, I love literature, art and architecture their passion and drama....the contradictions. The notion of Truth-who is the person behind the mask? Or does it matter! I like long walks and longer conversations over cappuccinos in a cafe with atmosphere and the rest is a journey!
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