Tuesday, 29 September 2009

The Green Couch (a fog settles at dusk)

The green couch had been donated to him by his neighbour and it contained a stirring smell. A smell that whisked him back to a potent adolescence where he'd dry-humped neighbour's daughter on said couch.

"Goddamit how old is she?"
Smug moderation.
Circling around, collapsing, slowly rebuilding.
Vivid memories: maroon: legs beneath sheets

We are all veering gradually towards implosion

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