the peg i need

Faded posters
spread large, of forgotten
soap starlet women.
Form load bearing structures
covering these darkened walls.
Not for pleasure,
hidden by clutter
my self fought brawls.

This panic induced disgiuse
to hide frustrated blows
with no compromise
still no ability to tell
the truth to you.
come to my rescue.
my mademoiselle.

Be the peg I need
pinch me tightly
blowning in this breeze
on this washing line.
made from faded twine
stop me falling away
into a dirty unwearable heap.

Faded posters
spread large, of forgotten
soap starlet women.
Form load bearing structures
covering these darkened walls.
Not for pleasure,
hidden by clutter
my self fought brawls.

This panic induced disgiuse
to hide frustrated blows
with no compromise
still no ability to tell
the truth to you.
come to my rescue.
my mademoiselle.

Cracked knuckles
bloodied chafed worn skin
like a bomb damaged airfield.
I refuse to hold you
in these damaged hands
not until they are healed.