Saturday, 31 December 2011

FIVE LEAVES GONE

rude alarm white light.
black and blue moan groan.
 
its day; morning.

cold steel.
flashbulbs cracking.

its not easy
when feeling and drama have all gone away.

time is flatter.
only 3D now.

I move as machine.
I splash cold water on my face in the practical reality of the bathroom.

outside I find things rightly and plainly where I left them.

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