Tuesday 2 July 2013

BREAKDOWN RESCUE


sometimes i have no voice

or
i
do
but its bland
without vim or backfire or balls

time to READ!

read sweet fruit of great voices work
and
hear
simple lines sing perfect by the bookcase 
with a pot of bitter herbs
and steaming dirty favourite mug
the cat comes and goes across the ruffled rugs
like a spirit
a god
an omen
or a warning
smelling of fresh outdoors and shed musk
and
my 
wick is lit - a tiny motor revs a new quiet monologue 
a
VOICE
again

at last




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