FUTURE MOUTH:
Typing fast tea, porridge, in silence on the roof of the Emerald City. Later cruising the music shops of Denmark street incognito buying toys for making noise – recognised as someone I used to be. Harvesting words out of the aether for future-mouth to sing.
(K)
Someone I used to be bites me today. The Angina is rife, a penalty of my miscreant past ways. No sympathy required. 🙂 Glad I’ve got my tickets for The Roundhouse.
Blowing kisses
2 ur future mouth
In the Round House
Of the Emerald City*