Tuesday, 12 August 2008


Tempting fate
To change the world
As all four walls speak
Uttering Who are you?

Everyone shouting
My ugly ones

Weeds kiss motes of dust
The sleek winds cry out for change
The changed socks are just lying down.

– We imagine places
Places turning different colours
And then difrent clrs etc.
& dfrnt ppl etc.
& dfrnt plces etc.

And smoking and lighting
Up and
And allowing certain

And when fate comes back
Like cold walls

I'll go to bed,
And I still won't have it all
And I adore you for saying so,
And now you can settle in the darkness
And knock your knees together
My ugly ones.

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