archives for Monday 11 February 2008
important reminder
Monday 11 February 2008 | I like a cookie
That at one point, apparently, anyway, I knew I was not always the problem.
11 february 1963
Monday 11 February 2008 | I like a cookie
PARALYTIC
It happens. Will it go on?—
My mind a rock,
No fingers to grip, no tongue,
My god the iron lung
That loves me, pumps
My two
Dust bags in and out,
Will not
Let
Me relapse
While the day outside glides by like ticker tape.
The night brings violets,
Tapestries of eyes,
Lights,
The soft anonymous
Talkers: ‘You all right?’
The starched, inaccessible beast.
Dead egg, I lie
Whole
On a whole world […]
