a wire

england and francis are blue again
/stop/
facets in every corner
/stop/
someone with dark glasses waits
/stop/
i was there, in writing, rose in hand, i was bright
/stop/
wish you were here though
/stop/
can still smell the time, the hillside was dark
/stop/
i hope to see you in the hamptons
/stop/
i am taking more adventures now
/stop/
the writing here is brilliant
/stop/
who is the man staring at me?
/stop/
cover me in ashes when i get home
/stop/
i miss the comfort in being sad



regards

me

end telegram


2006