Wednesday 25 November 2009

thiRSt

Skin so thin. Mole. On the back of my neck. I preserve. Wordless this morning-happily so. The horizontal roll breaks the cotton wool stained of smog along. Gaze.

Amber shines upon me. Waking life. My eyes become see-through.. BiGGer than yesterday-From in here it is spring. I see a popsicle in the sky and I am thirsty

and I blink back.




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