Negative (revisited)

drawing murray

toxic fumed bathing,

clarity blooms from dark, the

coloured light haunts my

 

imagination.

Memories developing:

my jukebox romance –

 

cigarette, beer in

one hand, the other rests on

sound waves lovingly

Sometimes, I just need Nirvana.

“if you ever need anything please don’t
hesitate to ask someone else first,
I’m too busy acting like I’m not naïve…”
Gold.