Muddled br in my mind br lie about br a perfect day’s ruin br Brilliant azure wall, br plagiarising the sky, br don’t hide blue pall br br Outside br on the parapet br Alone, br a one legged pigeon br stands woefully br staring into my thoughts br Doleful eyes bind br at the deformity br br Pile up feelings br of forgotten passion, br rediscovered, br embrace ennui br The tongue tastes fear br slime on the teeth br The breath sombre stinks br putrefying ideals br br The pen abruptly jerks, br slides sideways br Collecting, connecting br disjointed words br Pauses, with the idea br a scrawl illegible br as wasted lament br descends br br Words falter, br lead by emotions br in a halter br Hop on lame feet br amongst scraps br of scribbled sheets br Destitute remains br view deformed br br Not volant on paper br unread, br it foretells br death of the thought...