Absolutely Miles Away …too many clouds, too little time…

and one day all will pass, swiftly by.  like the times we sink confusedly into sleep and surface seconds later in the shallows.  breathe, and release.  repeat, risk, rise cresting chest sharply and…
it is still possible to detect the sense, your distilled essence, in cells merged with cottons.  and breathing deeply in, replaying over and […]

might

screeching.
sun scries through the windows and people step in.
tourists in their own city
ask if this way marks the way to the centre.
this route, ne’er trodden,
we do not know.
feeeet clatter slower today
and with
less stressed steps.
we have
come to revel in the week’s end,
celebrating its coming with whoops, cheers
and dizzying biers
and mourning its passing
late of a sore sunday […]