Charging up

..and now I try to analyse the dreams that sped before my eyes, the legs, the thighs the flow of hair the way the sun shone, was it me? was I really there? ..and 4:04 why? what for? Monday, wrung out, bring out your dead because someday it’ll Monday for you. At least I woke…

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Warming up

  Doo be or doo be doo “that’s not a question” she said, from the kitchen I was in bed listening to music waiting for breakfast   it was Saturday somewhere but my hair needed brushing then the blood starts its rushing and I’m back   she brings in the cornflakes the bed creaks.  …

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