21,06.17-echoes

a friendly voice

Teeming 

with

promise

mania

in the

distance now 

the year

of

sadness

madness

shared 

solitude

sensual obsessions’ 

passions 

thousands  

of

words

then

hush

losing

us

finding me

in a bar

listening

to 

Bowie

and

 pink  spiders

trying to silence

echoes 

of

what 

was

what 

might

have been

what

absurdity

echoing