Friday 5th January


There was a bowl of pasta waiting,
A voice on the end of the phone I’d been trying to reach all day,
I disappeared to the bathroom,
Locked the door,
Turned the first radio on,
Some woman talked about something,
The tone of her voice was rich,
Enticing underscore,
Turned on the second radio,
Miles Runs The Voodoo Down,
The combination made me happy,
Standing silent,
Invisible to the world,
‘If only you could hear this’,
I thought,
‘Better than anything I’m trying to write’,
These are the materials I should be painting with


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