01 July 2011


Nicker 7/1

Like skipping stones
Across the dark
there is that sound
Breaking glass
Which is the sound
Of a heavy body
the morning after a party
When everything falls
towards the feet
Here is a coin for your sorrows
That window
Looks in on a life
You can never have
Your body is slow tired
But you are a flash on water
Reflected in shards

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