Friday, 10 August 2007

the proud cloud



i have felt fear on stage.
and just before.

in the air. on a plane.
in the middle
of the night in a panic.

about too many unclear and uncertain things.
at dawn. early morn.

a boy on my mind. the kind kind.
things to do. or afraid not to.

scared to fall. or of not much at all.
a sudden cloud of paralising doubt.

i got stoned on my own.
like a bad tattoo you can't undo.

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robert frost once told me that spring is the mischief in him.

perhaps rain is the rain in me.

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