Mine is the face which blooms in
The dank mirrors of washrooms
As you grope for the light switch.
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: death, Donald Justice, politics, unsettling
Mine is the face which blooms in
The dank mirrors of washrooms
As you grope for the light switch.
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: death, Donald Justice, politics, unsettling
The echo of a distant tide
Comes willowing across the sand
And everything is green and submarine.
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: imagery, Pink Floyd, song lyrics, unsettling