hazy days of non-realisation (Remove filter)
the tent flaps of perception
We both smoked two bowls of salvia
And sat in our tent
Next to a crumbling abbey
And a pack of feral scousers
Shivering
Expectant
A minute
Ten minutes
Twenty minutes
Nothing happening here
Move along
Except
You are now made of jigsaw pieces and fire
And my thoughts are coming out one letter at a time
Wheeling off an alphabetic merry-go-round
Landing at ...
Wednesday 9th September 2015 2:06 pm
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