waking,
in the evening
to find i have slept the whole day
through
i had a bad dream
a vision of catastrophe
so i wrote these words
for you
i am balding
and getting older
and with each passing day
i gain a gram of fat on my waistline
and so i have to ask...
where has my innocence gone to?
my youth was a line of white
crystals
a big black, blind hole
in my retina
and and amnesty
of knives and pistols.
in the evening
to find i have slept the whole day
through
i had a bad dream
a vision of catastrophe
so i wrote these words
for you
i am balding
and getting older
and with each passing day
i gain a gram of fat on my waistline
and so i have to ask...
where has my innocence gone to?
my youth was a line of white
crystals
a big black, blind hole
in my retina
and and amnesty
of knives and pistols.
i have since moved on to continue writing fresh and new poetry to contribute to this beat poet blog! so from here on its all new stuff being written here at home in the north west. i expect the subject matter to be life on the street for the unmarried and childless 30 something ex drug users who want out of this godforsaken country! but that is just me... but you may recognise the sentiments of our whole generation in these forthcoming posts to come:~#
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