Sunday, 23 April 2017

The Grill

The airflow like a two way street
Hit the bars where tunes where played
A stale array of fresh exchange
Amid a burst of brilliance flayed

Careless messages they left behind
Remind the sceptical and guarded
Of what we heard from what they said
Played out stories long discarded

Alleyways of manufactured shapes
Where the foolish volunteered
With prospects of escape in mind
Dead-end doorways commandeered

The roads now dressed in uniforms
Build barricades with hard-pressed eyes
Looking out for lame excuses made
Concealed in thinly veiled disguise

Based on 'Desolation Row' by Bob Dylan

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