The sun set like a collapsing pavalova
Shadows fled to coming night
Stretching tendrilled fingers
Snails pressing for the finish line
I was bathing in liquid colour
The effervescent blood of a hemoraging day
Brushed clean by the feather-strokes of waking moths
Still dizzy from day spent abed
Somehow I am relaxed
As stars wink their way into existance
And the moon races to catch up
Somehow I know
He will never give up trying
And never succeed,
Thursday, April 03, 2008
Counselling is a Lie
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She shares the blame For Adam's fall So secure, attractive Brilliant in a certain view The essence of Enlightenment I see her raise her ...
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Final Thoughts From an AGM You want to mess with me? I can take you down a notch Spill the beans I’ll spill your blood Tooth for tooth, splo...
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Standing on a Hillside Sometimes you look back on where you have been Past the cloud-fluffy daffodils bobbing and green Through the deep dar...
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