September 28th, 2006
Misty
How I love
The darkwave music
Of a sun’s eclipse
You can’t see for cloud
The saxophonist playing ‘Misty’
In the High Street outside Barclays
Accompanied by mating-calls
Sparked off
In a Jaguar alarm
The way you’re always there
Where I’m thinking
Or several beats ahead.
-Ruth Padel
Neha says:
i just so didnt want to read something like this today
September 29th, 2006 at 01:56 am