Tuesday 2 April 2013

I AM DONE



with the flip side of fun . . .

brain packed full with faces in the sudden AM
like
i
lived
eight days in one waking black dawn night

reality rushes in
a noon lit stampede of sharp edges and harsh colour

i
savour the quiet breakfast of eggs
and 
then i commute

work; one five second cathedral song note found the office door
a siren!

WERE YOU A CHOIRBOY

i ask

sharp she says

I WAS NEVER COCKY ENOUGH



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