Friday, April 28, 2006


my soul's so empty
so hungry, needs feeding
feed me with words
till my ears start bleeding

turn your lips into leaves
hissing seas in swaying trees
whispering the winds' sins
secret airs sung in the breeze

change your tongue to a swan
that sings it's last song
mouth mute suffering
your sweet breath fluttering
the leaves of a wordless book
gush forth and babble
an unchecked brook
fill every nook of my dry parched head
drown me in words, i starve to be fed


Anonymous Anonymous said...

hi mike
yes i agree with these words
i love your work as you know
i will always be your greatest fan

30/5/06 12:10 pm  

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