ink – Saint Beckett

I only have eyes

….to see.

Time has wearied me….

….like nothing else.

Still hungry….

….it is winter after all.

Personally delivered……

……is always the best.

Wrap yourself up….

…..in your worries.

Remember….

…..if you can.

This City….

….is full of clowns. Good clowns.

Not the shit ones….

…in charge.

Sail away on the slug…..

……the journey will be slow, but who cares.

The journey passes quickly…..

….when you have a hobby.

When I have something to say….

….nothing gets in my way.