At a loss
by DJ Young
I'm drawing a Blank.
It looks like this:
And this:
I'm drawing blanks,
language wasted
voices thrown,
overthrown, senses
swamped, drowning
taking on water, leaking
I used to charm you,
hold you in my hand.
Now I'm out of hands.
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When I read this I hear Mark E. Smith's voice. Sounds like a great lost verse from an old Fall album.
desperately desperate & yeah.
Yes. Very much. This is a wonderful piece. Perfect in its loss.
"Now I'm out of hands."
Strong work, DJ. *
Yah.
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Yes, we know what you mean. :-)