14 December, 2007

Bayshore

Anonymous

Childhood summers spent stripping sedges stems
Cocuswood sounds smooth soft warm
Bayshore Grandparents innocence
Adolescence’s dissonance
Different sounds from violins
Cacophonies confusing noise
A troubled week of insomnolence
Visions voices hallucinations
Talking without any sense
Twenty-one the asylum’s door…

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