Monday 2 September 2013

SMELL A ROSE


time is a thief
stealing months/making numbers too big
invisible 
and 
building
black walls dense with graffiti 
inside 
your wallet/mind and strange home

but 
he could be soft fiction/new clay
a sandbox of bare feet
with
the
pegged wooden edges
all
falling down
turning the green lawn yellow






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