Poetry Blogs (pipe dreams)
Bedtime
Some produce from sleep deprivation...
Eyelids fall and so do we
from this rope a wishful me,
No ground to touch, no cold hard floor
fully circle, no breaks, so sure.
Or is it warm?
Does it cushion the smash?
Cover sharp corners, prevent the thrash?
Then there's the harness
stopping it all,
Those big icey eyeballs
Keeping you cool
I don't want the harness
I just want the fa...
Monday 17th November 2014 8:13 pm
Places Far Away
Don’t listen to me when I tell you of places far away
You know full well I’ll entice you
Entice you far away
Don’t listen to me when I tell you of trying to run away
You know full well I’ll entice you
Entice you to run away
The boss won’t listen when I hand in my resignation letter
I doubt if he’ll try to entice me
By offering me something better
I wouldn’...
Sunday 17th November 2013 9:24 pm
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