Thursday, 4 February 2010

Turn 'em off (The Lights)

Where do you go to,
when you are not there?
Do you sail, or would you say
you hide in your shell? I am eager to find a place
to sit beside you,
but I doubt you know
where to stand
when with me.


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What a day.
What a yesterday.
I can hardly speak now. My voice is sprained, my heart hungry and my belly full of Tuna nicoise made without the egg, or the olives, so a poor imitation it is.




 


  


  


  




 


 




 


  


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