1
time, well I don’t much
care for you
I’m ready to walk out the
door
catch a plane, head to
Berlin
you can keep your rooms
your diaries of
foreshadowing…
2
Between thoughts of sex
and poetry
sunshine comes thru my
windows
exposing me to silence
tea is brewing
an afternoon made for
laughter…
3
sinking into a hot bath
soapy cleansing
words come and settle on
the surface
I grab at them but desist
I let them float
with all their unspoken
meanings…
4
David Bowie’s “Low” album
on the turn-table
b-side instrumentals
sunlight multiplying this
calm
for a short day-dream…
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