Monthly Archives: November 2015

I wish to wander aimlessly
In woods you penned
I want to saunter namelessly
For years on end

In your sweet unbent paradise
Where we could stay
With rules so very imprecise
Day after day


Every now and then
the high-ups suffer
from bouts of sanity.

Life goes fast
least ’round here

i feel most at home

in this dark repository
this warehouse filled with
boxes full of
mangled fantasies
and forgotten ambitions
neatly stacked
in orderly lines

this factory
with wooden pallets
and forklifts
this faceless firm

this paradoxical paradise
where i am but a blur on a highway
but somehow feel kind of significant

here i sit

with pasts and futures intertwined
a soul i’d like to euthanise
a story that never ends
a morning cigarette


i feel most
at home