I've been spinning, like the bottle cap
which could have held all the hope
but I like to tip things on their head
watch faces go red, blood pumping pressure
build up in the head, sinking sand
,guess I should have been careful, oui? tu penses?
piano keys, fingers play on her, it's all a game
to god, chess players, pawns -who ever cared about them?
so I try to make plans, but I'm no good (at organisation)
(10th October 2013)
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Blue Moon
Poésie"Still she haunts me, phantomwise, Alice moving under skies Never seen by waking eyes." - Lewis Carroll, Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There (2012 - 2014)