3rd April, 2009

I play with clay

I build the world

I see the realm

I cast the pole..

I walk the mile

I stop to drink

I look back

Medley..

Its the blue

Bottoms up

I try looking through the empty glass

I give up..

I see an old man

I question fiercely.

He says go away

He answers merely..

I walk the mile

I stop to breath

I look back

Poignant..

Its brunette

Bottoms up

Another empty glass

Once again I fill it up..