Monday, 23 May 2016

the light rising in the sky tells us we're back here again and you pull the absence you can not/will not identify tighter around yourself and make no attempt to name those things that should not be limited by vocabulary.

1 comment:

timo said...

Sitting at the corner bar with a tea and a warm sandwich. people float off to work, at this hour nobody is in a hurry. Purposeless radio merges with the furniture, concealing the cosmic silence and the distance between the planets. She's got the look. Newspapers rustle like a far-away autumn, tea molecules rearrange in explosions as they tumble down the system. A muffin with a slight taste of lemon. One of those things. Friday blues.