Done and Dusted
91 was the score
17 to the ward
Others in the desert tube
A lack of saleable products
A distinct lack of intelligence
Permeating the atmosphere
Incongruent subtleties that reeked of innuendo
Had the screen gone dead
Were there no sounds
I can’t get to sleep
Who was listening
Day after day
Night after night
Ghosts that appear and fade away
A signal 5 parsecs distant
Right ear 5 secs duration
A little old lady
A combat veteran
An ex copper
Some leagues hence
Shadowy figures that rank the night
Indistinct sounds of conversations
Target location co-ordinates
Subjective timeframes
It was all coming together
They were ensnared in the pit of their own scheming desires
None wold support them
Their fallacy of lies had collapsed in on itself
Like the house of cards it was built from
You had a dream
You had a nightmare
Turn out the lights
Comfort the darkness
In your time of need
