Mar 2015
Love, the sky is blank
mist hangs like a million ghosts
car tyres splatter on a distant road
in the bedroom clocks stutter minutes slow
the vacuous writer snaps shut his book
In another place 11 years from now
I taste your breath on my tongue
you're drying your hair by the mirror
take a long sip of warm peppermint tea
your echo kisses the windows
mist hangs like a million ghosts
car tyres splatter on a distant road
in the bedroom clocks stutter minutes slow
the vacuous writer snaps shut his book
In another place 11 years from now
I taste your breath on my tongue
you're drying your hair by the mirror
take a long sip of warm peppermint tea
your echo kisses the windows
Written: March 2014.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time, similar in style and structure to 'To Lindsay' by Allen Ginsberg.
NOTE: Many of my older poems will be removed from HP in the coming weeks.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time, similar in style and structure to 'To Lindsay' by Allen Ginsberg.
NOTE: Many of my older poems will be removed from HP in the coming weeks.
