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Number eight will be a mandatory default for many on March 29 2019
Today I woke to a world covered in snow. Once upon a time, that would have made me happy. Not now. In the kitchen the leftovers of yesterday’s dinner, cold. Nothing’s really changed, Domino’s deliver my pizzas cold; running more than an hour late. Without a real effort to apologise, it’s the weather and some shit about a broken down vehicle. I am blacklisting dominos.co.uk in the router. Never again will they enjoy my business. Winter is coming, tell your friends.
I was happy once,
I recall the ache of too much
laughter
.
Where did that all go?
.
All those years ago
.
Did I not deserve more?
.
Was there sin of
karmic proportions?
.
I was unaware then; loitering,
walking down a path
not meant for me
.
Ending up here; alone,
where happy is a word
in a dictionary
I do not own
.
sadly
.
Te guila / through fire water from a mother’s womb was born / beneath mountains forged through halestorm and fire rain succumbed / her power unshaded by centuries of smouldering dead / Te guila / my love / this abyss with no end awaits / I desend without farewells / I trust you to greet me / in Hell
On my back; a cross,
a filter pertinent to a
world unbearable
.
I explot thus; shading
them by shielding me,
never though; however vast
the cross will be a burden
.
I got lost in translation
Without the tears; and the smiles
I got lost in translation
Without words to help me out
I got lost in translation
Withering; dithering; to this day
Of ‘Celia Upon Her Sparrow’ I wrote // thoughts made up through staring at books // for too long; too small a font // I never could lament // no well to draw upon // I pretend I have // a future down a path // less trodden; less bare // I think I might // be wrong indeed
