Destination nowhere
your brain's new address...
Often the clock slowly
whimpers, face sullen...
He never had perfect prose,
nowhere near the sort...
*Click*
"Pass the potatoes, please."...
I have always been alone, at the queues
before greeting a grumpy chauffeur good morning...
Did I not stir the sharp taste of past
in my sweetened cup of tea...
Tired eyes, of a sleepless night
drinking coffee, a wretched sight...
Forget-Me-Not
she sits alone in her room...
Paper dolls and intense emotions,
Laps of memories put in motion...
In my book there are old yellow
pages, with fading ink on...
I would cry.
I want to...
I need you to come and
open the blinds of my eyes...