| abide the eyes I found in hollow dents whatever was left of me, no more than I had to begin with so I dozed )as a breakfast maid dished out my eccles cake today the fantastic bastard in one place rotting the loyalty to life the rotting flavour ;a nothing like the the bad breath in a sigh; add shadows to my life where you see fit and I shall enjoy them, hide in them, and cease. | Since the surprisingly good feedback I received from my last reading [BBC accent], I, at about quarter-to-three on Saturday night, decided to record me reading this poem. I think poems are always open to interpretation as to how they’re read, but this is how I read it. And I’m always right. Download Duration: 00:33 |
Wednesday, March 6
Abide The Eyes
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