Thursday, 19 September 2013


the living
are dematerialisations
of materials

i ate toast, drank tea laced with whiskey,
& disappeared for ever

a consignment of dolls’ eyes
reached the destroyed kitchen
long after each stray
cat had tried its luck elsewhere

the young woman
with cropped pink hair
danced to Wagner’s Liebestod

one day the dreams will kick in
until then you’ll have to live
with the knowledge the dreams
will never kick in 

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