Vapor

[theirishsea]

an urge
to write something
purge something

what?

whatever
not with measured lines

not piecing out
little portions of myself
spoonfuls
sweetening or salting

there is a vague
unrest

it is like TV
sound off
the flash of pictures
tapping
their mock life
in my room

can't articulate
what is only cloud

nothing to hold
but the blur
and that I fall through
and down

constantly down
hoping to find
something

to hold

break this
Samuel Beckett
play

[saw]

superb danno.....nice pace and a great ending

[dadio]

Very good, Irish,