notice: the dirty light through the window is picking out
the melanotic filaments that runrampantinthecorneroftheeye(s)
fixed on an upturned shoe its sole smeared
with shit notice: every book i own tells a story
but not one book tells mine notice: can we blink
through that something that the sun bakes in to our eyes notice:
all the gifted people are asleep on the floor dreaming
about a place so marvellous it can only be the abyss
A sense of frustration and isolation from the expected glories of creativity, is what I read here Stu. Beautifully and poignantly presented, a sort of rictus .
Ray
There is so much detail just in these few lines in which you say much. Wonderful stuff here Stu. It also appeals to my melancholic side of my nature.
I also love the sense that there is an inevitability portrayed here.
Fabulous
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suki spangles
Fri 23rd Feb 2018 23:50
Has a lovely nourish feel ~ abyss dreamtime..
Suki