Wednesday, 16 July 2014

I wish I could call colossally
Across Atlantic moonlit paradises my catharsis,
Bitter delight; loose control.

Its dicey this derelict saunter
This sojourn,
Down these passages

Past places dead-alive,
Pizza on Fourth hand in hand,
Melville marvel

Eish,
I wish I didn’t hear that you have twins.

They must be walking by now.

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