Jul 2017
Madness only ever comes
to entertain the sane,
poetry's the same as this,
an epoch in the afterlife
another world
to go around another
time.
washing's on the washing line
blowing in the breeze
and shooting stories
shooting stars
is there really life on mars.?
everything's adjacent to
the vacant flat
the look says that
but
we seldom say it.
to entertain the sane,
poetry's the same as this,
an epoch in the afterlife
another world
to go around another
time.
washing's on the washing line
blowing in the breeze
and shooting stories
shooting stars
is there really life on mars.?
everything's adjacent to
the vacant flat
the look says that
but
we seldom say it.
the last line was to read 'we seldom do' but we would have done if I'd have used it so I didn't,...does that make sense? it does to me.
(68/Here and now)
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