Wednesday, 29 September 2010


Today that feeling is rising again.
Great restlessness.
My mind sees the world through the sinews of an uneasy stomach.

Makes me laugh to feel this blank,
Ripping more pages. Still Nothing.
Today inhibitions are few: they seem silly,
I'm loosing myself in an orchestrated panic.

Take off your clothes and bathe with me.
I won't be clean till you see the dirt trickle off my back,
Till the dirt is diluted and I can pick it up in my hands and taste it in my mouth.
You wont be clean till I see you wash.

This gaze is tiresome and the day becomes eerie,
The window and the view so familiar that I curse them.
A walk in the world my only hope,
avoid distraction for a Fall into distillation.