18 May 2011


I managed to scrounge up a bit of poetry from my writings and notes for all of you lovely people before I have the longest Thursday ever (10 1/2 hours in Hong Kong, 15 hour plane ride, 5 hour layover, 2 hour flight and still 2 1/2 hours left in Thursday - that's what happens when you fly from the future into the past). 


Sentences, language – they fill your mouth today
and every day, relentless. You pick them apart one
by one, taking their meaning new places, stretching
and pulling, then putting them back together
on your assembly line.

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