Friday 21 January 2011


I turned here,
There and all around
Built my towers
From molten wax of angels.
Acid rain spurted
From ripped gashes,
As beliefs kept drowning
Into pools of self doubt.
Were you listening then?
When I spun songs
For you, only you.
Or did you, like other strange men
Were letting the phase pass,
So acid could pour again?
Harness my thoughts,
Before ‘Dear Diary’ too
Closes its doors and
There’s only a candle to write…

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