Sunday, 5 December 2010

Waiting

Like an envelope, folded in
spent days in bed howling at walls
Drank and smoked and ruined my skin
named the liquids going through you

Waited

Punched the furniture full of holes
found God, then lost him at bus stops
Burnt my tongue on piping coffee
carved nonsense onto surfaces

Waited

Compared our scars to old paintings
called for revolution in Greece
Accepted soup and sympathy
became self absorbed and wrote verse

Caved in

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