solipsism (Remove filter)
Souvenir
Getting acquainted with the moon
behind glass
we exchange so many glances
and on my back
a thousand heart-attacks roll past
My fingers beside, cross and uncross
as you sleep, so black
back in the real world
paid up entirely
on your subscription
to actual reality
O would you bring me a souvenir
from the envious depths of endless peace
perhaps a child or a patient nurse
or some cont...
Tuesday 20th November 2018 6:29 pm
Recent Comments
Tim Higbee on Amnesia
24 minutes ago
M.C. Newberry on LOVE, COME IF YOU CAN
59 minutes ago
Nigel Astell on Letting go
1 hour ago
leon stolgard on Levelling Up - the undeserving poor
3 hours ago
leon stolgard on Colony 2B
3 hours ago
leon stolgard on Horsebolter
3 hours ago
Auracle on Not sailing but almost sinking!
4 hours ago
David RL Moore on Voyage
4 hours ago
David RL Moore on evensong
4 hours ago
Stephen Gospage on The Fields of Avalon (pt 2 & 3)
6 hours ago