Thursday 30 June 2011

Conscience

bed loose and littered with irrelevances
cream wool blankets folded back upon themselves
accusation from the oblong of its door-less room 
of dusty abandonment, careless unthinking neglect ...
my once-single, now cuckolded, etching press.

2 comments:

  1. So why aren't you playing with him any more?

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  2. Because I'm writing instead, which satifies a similar need ...

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