fug (Remove filter)
Post Diary Blues
This melancholy fug
burrows into my bones
After delving back again
into those memories recounted
with such forensic clarity
Comes a cold blue atmosphere
a fragrant longing
and precision-tooled regret
Those searingly stark lines
old faces, wild flames
lost friendships resurrected
I’m dropped back into the thick of things
Drifting through teenage streets
old freedoms, vintage fantasi...
Monday 4th December 2023 1:26 pm
Recent Comments
Trevor Alexander on The Nobel Prize for Lies
4 hours ago
Trevor Alexander on Target
7 hours ago
Mike McPeek on A Somewhat Short Poem About Almost Nothing
10 hours ago
Rick Varden on Slug
13 hours ago
Russell Jacklin on Mob Rule Mentality
13 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Mob Rule Mentality
14 hours ago
Tom on The Waiting Room
14 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on A Somewhat Short Poem About Almost Nothing
14 hours ago
Tom on Picnic By The Kamo River
14 hours ago
Graham Sherwood on Target
16 hours ago