Saturday 21 December 2013

FOR NOW, THANK YOU



attempting 
to
get this
childs broken diorama of a world down 
in 
the 
simple words i know
makes 
them seem inadequate sometimes
as
i
pen
another toilet ditty

the daily death-gasm out the quiet windows
needs
a
new
lexicon to cross the rubicon
but 
a giant vocabulary can alienate before it can impress
and
i'll
stick
to
my
block paving roots in the tangle under the red berry bush

for
now

thank 
you




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