must you keep
looking at your watch white
rabbit? you never had time for me …
your ornamental creations more important
like a brass fireplace … ever polishing the
chandeliers. Don't you know there exist
feelings under these feathers ? crystal
glass clinks against my heart like a
snow queen. You might feel me
but I don't feel you … and you
arrived already you
think
the tropical
birds in their cages so cruelly
decorative they sing for they freedom …
and fresh breeze. In this airless chamber is
the dust of thought … that powders the chaise
longue. Cobwebs of emotion unsaid. Romance,
posh dinners and the choicest finery if you feel
it somehow crumbling to the touch while
outside the triffids are bursting forth in
summer riot. Perfume of crushed
heads mocking the obsolete
traps of civilisation …
23.45
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