Monday, 24 April 2017

Wake in fright

 too soon

the eyes  open

but inside

not caught up

thoughts still

scrambling around

to catch up

in the spotlight thrown

 immobile

toss a life line

to the dreaming self

fuck where am i

haul him in they say

hands flailing

broiling unconscious ocean

just caught it

what / lost at sea, last seen heading for the beach

or unexplained , we moved the picture book section

that was the last….

bodies clambering

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