Looking for the moon
against a sky destitute...

If i be bold
if truth be told...

A day vanishes
from the calendar...

Heartache
within my gut...

Brain unblunt
mind undrugged...

Colours dipped in pain
colours gone insane...

Take this heart
rip it apart...

I used to wish
beneath the silvery...

So this is where
eliza dolittle...

To all execrated cries
of my adulterous joys...

March-july 2007...

Not quite bread
not quite scone...