happy jingling coins.
music in threadbare pockets.
money for my thoughts?
Archives for January 2012
solo escape
sky is clear as glass.
air as sharp as well honed knives.
my soul escapes me.
pretty prickly
the rose smells so sweet.
the colour of my red blood.
pretty pricks me too.
blindly feasting
your humble servant.
bows in thanks for these dry crumbs.
i’m blind to your feast.
stoned path
to win an award.
does it mean you’ve succeeded.
or stumbled on path?
warm freedom
the taste of freedom.
a meal that takes long to cook.
savour the warm broth.