He took a knuckle of tobacco - naked but for a blanket cloak - in the moonlight of the kitchen, smoked a length of cigarette. He drank a cup of tea. He drank a cup of tea - rolled another cigarette - on the pre dawn carpet shapes the birdsong calling from the shadow. … Continue reading Unable to sleep…
25/04/20 I rent a small, dark room opposite East Croydon station (as is now: glass, steel, pigeons pecking fast food discard, noise) and I start cutting hair there. The room is situated on the ground level of what has been known variously over the years as the Threepenny building, the Fifty pence building, the Wedding … Continue reading dream diaries… 86
if i can, with a glance, find focus in this disarray, it may be in the raising of the glass that we sip or your eyes as they lift to mine, gazing on your lips smiling and dismayed.
nickreeves 