Bracken Harvest
Its just not summer
Without the sun
When I'm swimming
Beneath the waves
And the sky is clouding up
In a den of strangers
And of theives.
Slaking their thirst
For fresh blood
Under the sky
Dark as mud
As they hunt
Us all to death
I just need to catch a breath
Fawning prophesies
Speak of naught
But the chicken squabblings
Of spoilt children
Do they run
Behind the shed
Or back to last summer?
Tuesday, May 18, 2004
Longing
Stretching out This line reaches the end of itself Holding hands And so I return Where I began. There are immeasurable sunrises Yet Uncounte...
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