how nasty is the day!
the circles fish conjour,
lack of summer and lack of winter,
press again against when awkward expires
and fail a jaundice sky,
Zepyhr, supplant my breath with ambition?
old men broken like faith’s clockwork,
we smell body odour but cannot shake, this
purgatory, left to an insomniacs whisper
in his hour,murdering in minds’ eclipses
i am not well, scream it again
i am just not well.
just something i quickly wrote, i watched such a beautiful european film last night, inspired me a bit. quite like how this one isnt easy to understand