August 15th, 2012

masked bobby

not working

i have come out to sit in the day for i am cold cold from notsleep and more and the warm bright touches me i can see its light on skin and one leg maybe in its jean absorbs a little to the flesh of thigh but the other caught a drip from the seldom used table and sits shivering in the shadow of me, the rest of which remains below the surface and even thereon with each fresh breeze and the passing of a spate of cloud and too in the glaring sun cold: cold