Saturday, 5 June 2010
SHOT NO 40: EVERYTHING IS SUGAR, by Anthony Sides
You can you can't you haven't. Am I am I I might. It's him that's weird. Planned and detached in life. Distant. Distant. Guided by fear. Tea, TV. Spilled pills, faded pretty hills. Broken little soldier, told he just can't cope. Scared of a windowed room, scared of the street. Sleeps in daylight and shouts.