i have called the sky
gods turned & moody back
when
i
was
dark expansive & neutered
i have called the sky
a dishcloth
when
i
felt like douglas adams
i have called the sky
acrylic madness
painted like mescaline
by
dead & hungover artists
when
i
was
caught in a sunsets
sliding
sign off
citrus
scream
and
now
in
these
drugburst sicknote days
in
these
dressing gown & house arrest days
i
call the sky
a
friend
&
better than tele
by wendy puerto
http://www.wendy-puerto.co.uk/
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