Sunday, 15 April 2012


In our minds we drink mirrors

The colour of shoes i remember

The sea naked as philosophers the pretty house

Made of hair it’s my thrill

Of trills in operetta

There’s a dark moon tonight

We all experience a great sadness

From time after time

The moon pebble skims the sea

Nothing on earth moves except

The sun i only ever am

Cartoons on

The tv dead.

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