Friday, October 26, 2007

It seemed reasonable

Befuddled – half asleep
Sat in car
In car park
Breath misted windows
Giving outside an inside feeling
Trying to write
With broken tipped pencil
Graphite tip smudging grey residue
Across crumpled paper scrap
This snapshot of clarity
In fog filled thoughts
Why don’t cars have sharpeners…

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