1 Words life narration Seep through the gaps of cultures Causing confusion 2 An ant focusing On the toil of the day on Impassive mountains 3 Walking in the park
i Quiet in my barroom corner the occasion got to me and words exited their cave desperate for a deep well; the situation was severe but they lacked severity and
I close my eyes and see blue patches forming and wonder where they’re taking me. (This starts me off) Lying naked in bed and music, harmonicas and violins
The weather brightened up for a while and we thought our day had come, but give it a day or two the overarching grimness will return, it must. It has, and us wearing
We always end up in the wrong place - the last always being the worst - sharing our bed with dying wasps, and a half-way house for the homeless to sit outside and smoke.