When you are dead meat
When you are battered
beyond recognition
When nothing makes sense
When your thoughts are incoherent
When written words are alien to you
When you cannot gather
anything together
When you indifferently reject
every redemptive proposition like
a badly written draft
And, when you have swung from
Unplugged to Headbangers
without second thoughts, and
in a jiffy...
Talk to me, says the paper
Play with me, says the colours.
~Feb 2021
Talk to me, says the paper
Play with me, says the colours.
~Feb 2021
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