Sunday 17 February 2013

I have thorns in my hair, I just combed into them going up a steep bank
every step haloed
no thorn crowned
the last hawthron outer edging coming away
sometimes if you go with undetermined softness you get through hurdles

why is my heart so thumping
that could be poetry but its medical and slightly sick making
overdrive
lay down to earth
recover the right pace
please