Friday, November 6, 2015


I can have these destitute flowers sent freely, 
and receive them at my own port of call. The
jaguar moment we've always waited for :'You
have been selected....' And the rest. I want to
stand up and kick away this damned old chair.
I want to talk back to the wall with the severed 
words of a half-cut-off man. No longer wandering,
I can stay where I am. This is nice, and she is
nicer, and I am all over again in love with the life.
If I had a new blue  -  a never before discovered shade,
I would paint a new sky for your dreams to dwell in.
That happy am I.

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