tea + jeans

Forgive me for the two posts in one day. I'm meant to be studying but instead I've spent all morning running around my room in jeans a bra and red high heeled shoes singing and lying about and dancing and drinking mug after mug of mint tea and listening to jazz and nouvelle vague and painting my nails and being well, generally useless.


But here is a little poem thing I wrote a while ago. (Though I'm not sure it's a poem at all).
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the rogue star

The wild child runs barefoot and free and dances for the breeze.
No-one will notice.

The sticky sluice beckons.

Oh, summer.
salt caked sun baked skin
blistered lips
chapped feet
steaming concrete
haze
haze
haze

And I'll lie on the rocks,
saline-smooth and smouldering in the sun.
I'll lie; singed skin to ground, sipping pale rust and letting its electric flood my chest as I drink in the crush of summer's static sky.


Overnight,
the chocolate melted.

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I really want summer to arrive properly. (This is not part of the poem).

Bye bye now!