In dreams and wine,

Falling through

– the empty times –

I’m fine.

I’m fine I’m fine.


Give me a sign,

Cathartic kindred.

Throw me a line

Lie on my ceiling.

I’d paint you,

If I could paint.

I’d kiss you,

If I could kiss.


I don’t miss

Illness, fill the till

Air, I have my fill.

Turn me to stone,

I’m your craft.

Not yours alone,

A floating raft.

Play me a laugh,

In major key,

Oh how I love,

The irony.




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