23.3.07
There seems to be less to sweep away these days
And ...then there seems to be these days......
And then there seems to be
Days i should have swept away.


25.3.07
Vodka bottle
Ash tray
Mould on the pizza crusts
Ah sweet morning greets me like a curse
Nothing is beautiful
Nothing is
And nothing’s worse.


27.3.07
Save water
Stop crying
Or start collecting tears.........
because
.......the hours drag there heals
......and the minutes bring more fears,
They let themselves in at night.
Last night i felt my heart beating
extraordinarily fast
I opened my eyes to the blackest room
And prayed for it all to pass.
But the room was so black that nothing -nor it-
seemed to be there.
Just a shadowy critter sat square on the chair
Then whatever it was it slid under the bed.
It is defiantly still there this morning, i hear it,
and it is breathy
With words which wish me dead .


29.03.07
Everything is actually made up of
extremely tiny particles which emit
beautiful shards of pretty twinkly light,
however you cannot see with them with the naked
eye:that is unless of course you have been smoking.


31.03.07
Water the spider plant
Collect up your dust
Forget all your past loves
No time for dreams of.
I think love is dead
Forget warm flesh on flesh
Sentiments echo in an empty heart
And nobody’s there to hear.


01.04.07
April fool
There is less to sweep in a homeless home
sweet isolation and silence echoes louder now
the ticking of a clock that stopped
independence and all alone ....
great...
i'm lonely

By Zoe Crosse