no help
a blank slate
a ray of light.
nothing.
(canvas)
i go to say
the numbers
the time
while
the light burns
overhead
make me not say
but there is no
clock
he starts his
crying
i sit here
burning.
i do nothing
no help
my own ray
of light
my own
nothing.
a blank slate
a ray of light.
nothing.
(canvas)
i go to say
the numbers
the time
while
the light burns
overhead
make me not say
but there is no
clock
he starts his
crying
i sit here
burning.
i do nothing
no help
my own ray
of light
my own
nothing.
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i'm...ok. been having serious money troubles, really rather depressing, but i shouldn't complain. having to sell a load of stuff on ebay, including some records that break my heart to part with.
hey i like the above poem. it's kinda looser than usual for you, and image-heavy, which is good. always a pleasure.