what have I to say
when it’s late and
I’m tired
and feel washed out
like the old bags of
blue my mother
used in those days
the future boiling
like a copper
at the moment I feel
I am
only pencilled on
the air
and time is leaking
like grammar
tonight only bed can
float me to
tomorrow
'at the moment I feel I am/only pencilled on the air/and time is leaking like grammar'
ReplyDeleteDomestic images followed by the fragility in those three terrific lines.
ta, Lizz — that's how I felt last night, not sure why.
ReplyDeleteWhat about now?
ReplyDelete..time..leaking like grammar....what an unexpected, and wonderful, image and idea...
ReplyDeleteNever pleasant to read this font and cramped layout, but I like some of the images in this one.
ReplyDeletethe future boiling like a copper
at the moment I feel I am
only pencilled on the air
and time is leaking like grammar
dear robbie that is wonderful stop sleep is more important than tomorrow stop I will forgive every font stop
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