Hi Keats Who I read in the bath before a party ‘Beauty is truth Truth beauty’ Ok Four booth photos Of the girl I’m talking about Photos that make me...
And we could talk and grow And grow into a moment But still we sounded still, I thrust a hand into your pants And wondered what you felt And what it meant, So serious,
There's relics of you in my room, (And one is a film called Soft Skin) I see them and hope that real soon I'll dream you if not let you in - That crack in the ceiling That takes me to bed,
About the place a greying tread Is padding slowly from our eyes, And once it seems to grow ahead It passes into thought's disguise. I think a thought that can't be new -