Poem
Everything Everyone The song The sounds My life My hound Drift on by And I get a smattering of *beautiful reality * As they move through My orbit Someday soon I'll recognise Life itself And exult. But now I snooze.
I'm a kitsch cosmonaut. I sit in a cosy corner with my notebook and jot down ideas. I do flaneur for fun, and I am just a villager who's all burned out! Taking life in the slow lane, enjoy my open notebook! This is my reverie, my sacred space. Here the heart opens and the wounds heal. Visions and archangels guide me through a maze of confusion and despair to really marvel at th light of day. I have everything except my wits. Enjoy my journey through mathrock and post punk kitsch to beyond....!