longer poem (Remove filter)
i survived NYC
My brain is leaking out my nose.
leaving an imprint on the soles of my shoes as I walk on,
it splatters,
squelching,
as the birds pitter, patter on,
a minuscule impact behind the larger one.
the sky tilts with me,
f-lling
fall-n
fa-l (how do you spell -alling? i thnik. ha;ve I ‘forgtten’ HO?W t0 write to )
Click
Click
...
Thursday 30th June 2022 3:15 am
Recent Comments
Stephen Gospage on The Life and Death of Words
3 minutes ago
David RL Moore on Spectator
13 minutes ago
Tom Doolan on Blue
1 hour ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Elected by Smoke: 133 Men Decide for over a Billion
2 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Blue
13 hours ago
Graham Sherwood on Spectator
13 hours ago
Telboy on Spectator
14 hours ago
Reggie's Ghost on Spectator
14 hours ago
Tom Doolan on Blue
14 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Eight Decades On
15 hours ago