Tuesday, 13 December 2011


I guess I have to do this
My sexless bed

Is like
Balloons we let loose
As kids.

They go up
And they’re gone
And as the crescent held place

I decided to go
Silent lighting
Cigarettes instead of bulbs or a lamp

Problems seem ineffective
When no one’s in
And it’s church mouse quiet.

Smoke trails
Mouthfuls of
Plum Brandy.

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