The Sun coming through a murky window
The sun coming through a murky window
might not seem like perfection to you …
it may be run of the mill
but to me it spells
no more returning to the cruelty of work
which soaked my skin with anxiety
no more dripping at the bus stop
and waiting …
to be sentenced to death
for not completing this or that form
The sun coming through a murky window
Is a blessing I never saw before
My ey...
Monday 13th January 2020 7:01 am
Let Me Out, Let Me In
We have trapped the world in windows,
Picture frames, mirrors vexed with vanity.
The wind blows slack.
Slates roll off rooves in protest.
Branches crack the panes,
Let me out, let me in.
The sun pierces film;
Shifts the night;
Joins forces with the plight
Of street lamps.
Bouncers rays the lasers from their shards,
Beat the rain like caged anima...
Friday 11th July 2014 8:35 pm
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