Bleeding from crevices unknown
From distant mistakes, from errors strewn
'Cross old, muddied floors
And lies scrawled on a stone
A flute void of champagne
But a wine glass, enough
To justify mirrors in mornings
And untreatable pain
Lazy actions and remarks
Alienating and scratching not even a surface
Whilst healing wounds are fruitless
A friend glows with parasitic sparks
Meaningless fortunes riddled in discourse
And pointless flags are waved
In semaphore for rhyme
And songs are transcribed through morse
Six strings glowing in improbably lamps
Setting the scene; preparing the stage
Disgust torturing an old pencil
Writing postcards without stamps
