Thursday 20 March 2014

TOO MUCH 3




too much
were the too many shadows cast too long
of the too many long cool drinks
in the too late soft hotel bars
where a quiet barman in a too tight tie
always said sir to my bleary smudge face
and
too many too bright dawn slides home
where 
too many birds sang too loud too many words
i
always
understood

all too much

so 
now
i
scribble my literal anus in too small hiccups
too tired to write anything too long
and
carefully
nurse
my
back brain and its dim fluke glow
catching its too dull diamond flashes 
on 
too yellow post-its 
that curl and collect too much fluff and ash and dust
their ideas fading slow in too little sun
waiting too long
for
me



from psds

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