Sunday, August 10, 2014

Make me

Dreaming playing paying sprouting
words on walls and pavements
dead unsaid unmeaning
the darkness sprawled scrawled
in the middle of the night
Just saying, you don't know
just how fucking happy
I could feel if I wanted to.

1 comment:

  1. two shy to say
    the things we all admit to
    Dream playing
    because frankly I can't see
    my toupee has blown down
    dangling att the elbows
    so I try
    writing blind
    to the air