Wednesday, 28 October 2015


ticking time,
traces of water on my window pane.
i drift away with sleep.

in my mind a tattoo forms on an angels skin
as the sky folds into another day.
lights stick my eyes like needles,
like spiteful pine needles.

between the cold comfort of transparent glass
i slide down as silk only to find a dream forms of new york skys.

colour floods my mind with rainbows
china white or Asian brown?

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