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Digital Clock Blues
Digital Clock Blues
the pulsing dots on my digital clock
are slightly out of sync
with my thumping heart and spinning head
I’m so drunk I can’t think
I see your face like neon taste
it makes me want for home
my hair’s a mess my clothes un-pressed
Oh Christ! I need a comb
my love’s shot down in rainbow ruin
I’ve played the game and lost
now the drinking’s stopped me thinking
and I...
Monday 5th May 2014 7:41 pm
In The Arms Of Morpheus
In The Arms Of Morpheus
drifting over
dew cast lawns
bare footed and silent
the silken threads
of spiders webs
lacing toes with frost
melting footprints
cross the path
lead gently to
a flowing river
where dreams
pop to the surface
in silver bubbles
before being lost
In the flowing eddies
the trees
gather close
e...
Friday 18th October 2013 8:25 pm
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