the last few weeks were happy ones, but happy, past past. questions and marks and prints, tainted glass, i used to call them happy shades because they take photographs of the past in the now and the sun has always been around, maybe it takes a long time to become indifferent, maybe i will never have that time. old times and rhymes of...
to send me blue valentines like half forgotten dreams like a pebble in my shoe as i walk these streets and the ghost of your memory is the thistle in the kiss and the burglar that can break a roses neck its the tattooed broken promise that i hide beneath my sleeve and i see you every time i turn back its clear...
