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The Cost Of Your Hand
I awake on a bed of roses,
Whose petals crunch like orphaned autumn leaves.
A ray of sunlight towards me approaches,
Dancing in the light are muddy speckles aplenty.
I can feel the air around me toy with my locks,
Which is as feeble as your grasp on my hand.
But I hold on
To you, this very second, this very moment.
The mere sight of you sugarcoats my disill...
Thursday 9th July 2020 7:07 pm
Bait
Bait
fat man
has an apple
picks a worm
from its flesh
and sticks it
on a hook
hangs the rod
over the river
casts the line
into the water
tugs a little
teases
the bait
glints in sunlight
refracting
in the water
silver sliver
whispers “feed”
all the little fishes
come
a-nibbling
round the worm
in the swirling
...Tuesday 26th September 2017 11:47 pm
howl steppin (09/11/2016)
'you never write me back in the cold and sober howling winds of daylight, where you're in danger of being seen. you never write me when your form cannot bleed into the formless, rooting in, burrowed deep into the ground, wrapping ahold of me tight, feeling rather than seeing -- much unlike this stark and starchy daylight living. You only write when we re both tasting death by the precarious and cu...
Sunday 11th September 2016 4:58 pm
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