What Sundays Need is Masking Tape!

a latent melancholy shivers

Sunday afternoon….

with all its childhood

residues

the weekend past, way past

its best

Monday morning begins to

haunt

tis going back to school….

again

even now, that same old film

repeats

inside my head

the institutional bullying of

the soul

while Sunday afternoons simply

snigger….

Monday mornings lie in wait

to strip me, peel me of my

self

still, a feeling of displacement

…..of trust misplaced….

 

Thatcher Doran

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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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