Wednesday 18 January 2017

THAT AUTUMN THAT BREAKDOWN




  i felt the earth turning then
 when time  attacked  before dawn

    i  trod carefully
      in strobe lights
   on somethings edge 
        and
       fell
   down the day
       into 
         a
 peaceless knotted 3 am night

   i had no continuity 
       there  were
 strangers in the mirror

   it was a release  long coming
  antique pressure 
           mushrooming     
            in
           the
          golden
      ziggy   stardust
           leaves

  and my monday morning therapy
      was a  me  hour
       after
       the
     tears
        dried
       in  a
 winter low  white wine  sun




Image result for winter sun images

from lessprit.deviantart.com

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