@ 26/09/2005 – 17:53:04
Heavenly food that simply disappears from your plate
dreams that uncannily reappear as your fate
re-reading your words that echo away my days
travelling in your memory through a drunken haze
stirring the cup where your lips lay
drinking the same sencha from this cup of clay
-my lips where your lips lay-
stirring my senses this very day
@ 26/09/2005 – 13:03:43
The hum of washing being spun proficiently
typing thoughts wistfully
police siren beyond sycamore shield
Norwich, September morning thus does yield...
...to the haze above the trudging wheels
and thoughts a plenty of undone deals
incomes sought beyond feelings fraught
on roundabouts we're hopelessly caught
quick-charge! between bus and corner-cutter
this life is, God forbid, my bread and butter.
Colour: White and blue
Music: System of a Down: Chic 'N' Stu
Reading: Rupert Brooke: The Collected Poems
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