Hark! I hear the mosquito zapper industriously keeping flesh from bite The barbecue smells nice and the meat is ready but my mind is not on food But what’s just walked into my line of sight You ask if I would like some onion, and I guess that would be alright I squirt the sauce but miss the hot dog… Read more →
Month: January 1999
Done
hindsight shows to me the most sobering scene when you still can’t work it out … the pain come self-esteem and now you’ve lost it all – escaped what you’re looking for to fill the void will not be found by looking down at the footsteps that you’ve made small comfort says to me “it’s really not your fault” terror… Read more →