I leave behind
a signature constellation of half scraped
blu tack smattered across the walls
a scrawl in braille to the shell's
next inhabitant: life is out there
I was here, living
I drew a picture of an elephant
for no real reason
I didn't follow the news enough
and skimmed books like stones
I persuaded three friends to beam
from a glossy page at a birthday party,
I cut a cottage from a magazine and
tacked it with a daydream
I hid from the clocks
and watched pounds stick then fall
stick then fall
I lived in this room,
now it's your turn
Apr 14, 2012
Apr 14, 2012 at 3:43 PM UTC
I leave behind
a signature constellation of half scraped
blu tack smattered across the walls
a scrawl in braille to the shell's
next inhabitant: life is out there
I was here, living
I drew a picture of an elephant
for no real reason
I didn't follow the news enough
and skimmed books like stones
I persuaded three friends to beam
from a glossy page at a birthday party,
I cut a cottage from a magazine and
tacked it with a daydream
I hid from the clocks
and watched pounds stick then fall
stick then fall
I lived in this room,
now it's your turn
