Monday, August 16, 2010

CONCRETES OF MILO.

I woke up this morning to the smell of pears to disguise an intoxication of ammoniac.
Everything that had once happened lies below me.
Right where my bed and my mind meet,
were all my memories being drowned in thick layers of latex.

Looking down at it all now, it all infuses into a blur beyond a glow.
It's never lost.
It all just lays a few centimetres down the ground now.
Only for a while, till I look back,
and decide to bring back what was dug.

TEXT- THE FEMALE ZOO