muse (Remove filter)
breathe
rendering you invisible by simply
breathing onto the glass
or drawing a heart around you as though
it might last
longer than a fairground fish
I could do either
but I spend my days
chalking my guts into the paving stones
and piling them like papers,
professionally bound
Sunday 6th April 2014 8:20 pm
Insomnia (unamused by a whitling muse)
a night too quiet
yet, even in it’s silence,
not quite enough for me
now in my head those words were read
by Richard Burton
but then she came calling in the hours
when there aren’t yet enough digits on the clock
and I ignored the advice of William S Burroughs, or some other I forget,
and told her to fuck off, leave me to the monotone
test card transmission, t...
Tuesday 28th August 2012 6:04 am
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