It's looking like a purple sunrise
A glitter-gold coat of pain
As the mudslinging winds down slowly
To normality again.
And anger bleeds into silence
Then finally I see
The tear-soaked gorgon eyes
Staring back at me.





The eye is the corner-stone of beauty
And the wellspring of grief.






Duplicant lier
Tell it to me straight
Have I lost the wager
Or must we race again?
Will the heavens swallow,
And not a trace remain,
If we leave it till tommorrow
Delayed because of rain.
I'm sure it is amusing
Being so straight-faced and clean
Whilst fixing all the results
And lying through your teeth.
To the honest everyday-man
Who frequents at your place
In blatant disreguard of
Their open, tired face.