Possession by Richard Trotter There is no understanding spinning heads and strange aquatic eyes granite words cloud the sun and drown the Christmas cavalcade. Not a single answer when feet pound the woodcrushed lane round the imagined sins factory, this anguish is playful like the devil on cocaine. 12/14/2003 Posted on 12/14/2003 Copyright © 2024 Richard Trotter Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Sam Roberts on 12/14/03 at 11:24 PM This is bloody brilliant! I especially like the last 2 lines, they work really well x Posted by Ashok Sharda on 12/17/03 at 02:28 PM 'like the devil on cocaine.', what a illustration! Great piece. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)