Wednesday, April 05, 2006


Check me out!


I have a space outside

That I can be in

Eat chocolate, drink wine, smoke cigars,

Write down my ideas,

A bamboo courtyard half a world away.

Trees in the mist stand silent across the fields

Trees in the mist.

Rhubarb is growing

Painted by words

As I feel more than ever intoxicated by the night.

I have returned to change myself

Apply this moisturiser to my aging skin

And feel no guilt

You made it so when you can back into my life.

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