Friday, September 08, 2006


A hot shower
A worn out silken scarf
Chicken broth and toast

The smell of well bound books
And Linseed mixed with turp
The light at the end of a wakeful night,
Tobacco, toils and burning eyes

Simple pleasures are the only luxury the complex can afford.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Nice to see you writing again after a long gap.