poem notes

No doubt you'll see this in finished form shortly, but here's some notes I'm working on.

is that your city? it's so
sad. i want to sit and stop
and see if life comes
to me it's a mess in there
never cute. white noise
when there's too much coming
i can't filter out. damp it
down or insulate

This, and the last two post should have appeared on Monday but due to technical problems they didn't. Sorry about that, if you care about these things. The poem above has been finished today but may need a bit of tweaking. When I finally put it up here it'll be unrecognisable. Take care.