poems written on the fly

at the end of the day

In art, bad sex and bad breath, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 10 December 2008 at 10:37 am

darkness chill
and the forgetting

bring back
something sweet
or innocent
it doesn’t matter

as long as it comes
before the fall
to sleep

(D. James)

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