yesterday, madness returns

yesterday the same sun I wrote about before
bore another notch in the centre of a stone
and I found myself
halfway to fifty
scratching my pelvis
counting life lines
whilst outside my shoes, the grasses
reached their palest yet of this year
and a yellow bird split my sight
telling me to leave is the best thing I can do.

About Benjamin Norris

Published writer of short stories, long stories, poems. Well received art critic and cultural commentator for Berlin magazines. Collaborator with operatic societies. Co-writer of fictional historic psycholinguistic journals. Lecturer of architecture and art history at a Budapest University. View all posts by Benjamin Norris

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