Here
here,
i live with my mind
sane,
insane
pickled or fickle
here,
i face myself
in the dearest mirror
i have ever known
i have seen two
each so alone
a couple,
but quickly on their own
here,
here is the hiding place
life’s actual taste
is left on your lips
on the tip of your tongue
and you never concede the argument
and who has won
here,
i live with my thoughts
each moment is a droplet
or a ball
which is caught
James Garratt – Sunday 26th September 2010
Here – Sunday 26th September 2010
