22 July 2012

Sunday

Sunday-Fancy

The Sabbath’s crystal chimes

Sound for hollow hearts

Beneath soft bleached skies

The white of peaceful hours

Spent in empty stagnation

The woolly day dwindles

Like so many others

A lifetime of pale Sundays

Where nothing ever happens

In comfortable suburban climes

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2 comments:

  1. Like an elegant photo of the provincial life with all it's charms, so pleasantly inert, so silently destructive

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