Pasta and Sauce – Written Saturday 8th April 2006 (Aged 31)

Pasta and Sauce

empty life
of daytime television
pasta and sauce
watching those dreams tumble
with a new they would be caught
empty life
but only empty
because it is that way
when you put out the rubbish
on a tuesday evening
pasta and sauce
watching the days fall away
if only those dreams could be caught
empty life
take the hoover out
for the umpteenth time
it is somehow unreal
like the concept of infinite time
from the brain down you do not feel
empty life
tuning left with a crooked heal

James Garratt – Saturday 8th April 2006

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