Tobacco Trances
With greyer days come greyer thoughts. All is still, here in the bay, This slovenly haven; The sea is flat Viscous jelly, The sun is hiding, Wreathed in cloud, People […]
With greyer days come greyer thoughts. All is still, here in the bay, This slovenly haven; The sea is flat Viscous jelly, The sun is hiding, Wreathed in cloud, People […]
Will you let me curl crude clumsy fingers Round those that make me so high? We can wrap ourselves tightly in blankets And hide here, while clouds cry. If […]