Poetry Blogs (old dusty boxing day people are filthy and that's)
You and me, we're creatures of the night.
All the things in my life are covered with a thick layer of dust. Motes and radiowaves, from our skin to our skeleton. We are brilliant at night, when no one can tell why our outline is just a blur. That's when all things are just a blur.
The daylight hours, we are dumb and slow; we're hungover memories and broken piano keys. We're a black keyboard that ju...
Tuesday 16th December 2014 3:54 pm