High hopes

With my feet on the dashboard One that’s full, because I hoard One that has a certain draw What happend to high hopes? Clinging to the last straw Although it broke the camel’s back Although it’s just a crack In an otherwise perfect picture An otherwise rageless mixture What happend to high hopes? When given […]

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Clay

Clay is the matter of the week Clay pots, clay vases, I have a clay streak Shatters, shards and shambles all Make for a prickly free-for-all   Intentions good or bad: no matter Can the weather get any wetter? Can the whisky get anymore rye? Can the wine taste any less dry?   The Earth […]

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Gold

I’ve read somewhere that the Japanese fix bowls with gold, resulting in the imperfection being seen as a unique part of the charm and history of the object. I find this quite the beautiful sentiment. Yet it is one which I am incapable of entertaining as pertains to myself. Long sleepless nights have etched away […]

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