Wednesday, 17 June 2009

A Nursing Home

Resting my eyes upon the lilies
And my tired mind
Projected forth
To the end of human suffering

Breathe deep with me reader
And feel the warmth
Of a life spent
Whilstling after
Art

And the pretty girls
Between me and
Absolution

Hold up my crown
Merlin Fulcher
And the tracks spelt out
Between me
And destiny.

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