i
was
a
white night shadow
burning stubby blunts
under the weak starshine
writing pops with a work pen
in a borrowed well stolen pad
waiting for the milk train
almost running just for me
almost running just for me
~
empty seats
trainers up
bag-warm beer
early mist
a fantasy-scape
over
fishing lake mirrors
&
the
green green green
estuary
jungle
~
my reflection
is like
by an
impressionist
&
i brace for it
brace for dawns
brotherhood to fade
hoping sleep will take me
before
noon
in the crashbang of day
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