The Penny Jar.

Where did it go?
To the dogs, to the dentists,
In a murmur of halitosis.
It is with the eels, scattered amongst the footprints
Of thieves!
Lost over a thousand horizons –
The notion nauseates, un-complementary and um-imaginative.
It followed the other bitter lemmings.
Sulphuric acid streams beneath downcast eyes,
Washes havoc,
Stinging and dry is the revolving door.
It followed countless excuses
On their way out of that mess
And into dissolution.
Naïve romance burgeoned on frantic and classic
Disappointment
Before abandoning hollow flutes and clipper ships
To sling tear duct ice bomb glance magnet sea drops
To swim with airy, tidy horror.
It abducted, from the night, soap and water.
It left me clammy and useless in a dirty shell
Whose lunacy is the chemical denier of class.
It magically disappeared
Like New Years Resolutions –
So early.
And in a misty swarm of deodorising particles
With their endearing glint,
And charming finger painted room dust,
I continue trying to repel the rueful vignetting
And to keep the gun in its dreary, brick red holster.