1 The constraints: 1) No more than
one hour. 2) No more than 20 lines.
The result ? Genius or Not.


4th September 2010

By Mark Brayley | 2010 September 04

In the bubbling broth of bingo-wings and bleach
flesh hangs loose from old old bones.
The communal spa -
where petting is thankfully forbidden
but fear of death is de rigueur.
Scalded bald, ready for the roast,
they shuffle from chicken soup 
to pine benches and hot coals;
oven baked OAPs.
Somewhere between the sauna
and the deep blue plunge pool,
I lost in my pursuit of youth.
I relinquished hope
and breathed out to end the lie.
On the cusp, I have nothing left
but to grow old and learn the fear.
But I reclaimed my boiling point
in the steam-room when the old major
began to erupt, extolling the virtues 
of the atomic bomb.

Bombs, Temperature, Death, Old age

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