Friday, July 14, 2006
Off the cuff, end of work today one...
I'm living beyond the hum of the computers,
Beyond the spiels of cats chasing birds
With their mouths open and gossiping.
There's a little cloud up there on the ceiling,
I think I'm on top of it,
Crushed between the soft vapor and prickly artex.
The burrow I've made is a warm one.
The boredom of words stick through my skull,
Bluntly moving through my brain
Moving the slush from side to side.
Thoughts of red ripe apples,
Intellectual acheivement
Bounce around in my eyes.
Take the next step, Rosie,
Before your fucking head explodes. ¶ 5:36 pm
Beyond the spiels of cats chasing birds
With their mouths open and gossiping.
There's a little cloud up there on the ceiling,
I think I'm on top of it,
Crushed between the soft vapor and prickly artex.
The burrow I've made is a warm one.
The boredom of words stick through my skull,
Bluntly moving through my brain
Moving the slush from side to side.
Thoughts of red ripe apples,
Intellectual acheivement
Bounce around in my eyes.
Take the next step, Rosie,
Before your fucking head explodes. ¶ 5:36 pm
