#221 (temporarily unavailable)

brimful sensory attack emergency exit temporarily unavailable we were building a boat and I dreamt myself away on sparkling clouds when we were locking hands I wrote my goodbye into your palms   © Matthias Geh, 16th March 2018    


#167 (nightly concerto)

a nightly concerto casting away any hope of sound sleep instead he is listening to  crickets clittering blended with the shattering of  bottles and the low pounding bassline from the clubs ♦ tonight he'd prefer a club to pound on his head instead   16th July 2017