a few lines written whilst waiting for my router

reset beset me as I dream of revolutions we will ride away on vintage bicycles as someone yonder plays the mandolin a dog barks overhead and faintly someone sings Leonard Cohen’s ‘Democracy’ to the rhythm of a bodhran, yet, maybe that’s all madness that intangible force the deadened hours staring at that light green wall again Continue reading a few lines written whilst waiting for my router