Monday, 6 December 2021

today under the mountains, 

my world is rain and sleet.

peachy nude lipstick

mascara, liner and eyebrow gel run waste like hill-sludge

hands that touch me in promise

promise only breaking away....

songs find hard to take root in this winter-world

i was used to being a lonely planet

now in this lonely universe, I'm taking baby steps 

away from

retreating stars....





The masked waitress had placed a wooden tray with three little black porcelain bowls: one, the staple green chillies in vin...