Monday, 20 September 2010


Where would we be without not North, South, East nor the best vest you wear on your wedding day?

If the sun exploded who would notice first
Who notices the sun behind those hooded lids?

Inside that hooded dress and best vest you wear on your wedding day.

The brooding lids plotting revenge and plotting your downfall and plotting and plotting and nothing but potting and plotting the waterfalls on my Earth like a rambling man for a six week scan upon a hospital bed

And at the table’s head,
Wearing the best vest that you will wear on your wedding day, to her wedding day. Your greatness shines too high too bright to attempt contemplating taking off the vest, and saving it for another day. For my wedding day

Too much too soon and moving as swiftly as the moon your grey hairs will turn and retreat to the other side of the earth. Stumbling on the waterfalls.

And before you know it, it’s too late.

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