bibliotheque
Annecy
Alps
France
what more could i say what more could i do
runabout mountain tops avoiding rain drops hazard indicators set to max what about the oil levels leave a streak from here to there this roundabout journey coming to an end without fanfare without proclamation without duty stampt tax or the foreboding warning signs of an apocalypse just another city a where to from here must be somewhere dump the shit down and start again in a different place make one wonder why the movement why the fuss in the first instance down the trough tough laugh out loud insomnia filled headache live ridden tick eaten bovine intestinal worms crunching at the sound of every tap of the keyboard every bitten fingernail no love lost no more could not count the ways in which hunger creeps up from behind and patronises the body come to the call and back the friendship that lasts forever a cat call a dog whistle a wolf howl snake bite trampling souls and every one of them owns two cars have to spend these little bits of paper transfer from one hand to another in exchange for something that burns better the trees cannot keep up with the demand snow falling on cedars warmth relegated to french chateaus a bear wrangler stuck in a grotte forgotten syndrome misdiagnosis bicycle over ride what in the world do you tak eback into your cave to enjoy for a private moment in one's own compay i get more of that without a cave outside in the movement of the weather than what i ever had standing still on the inside whereabouts known and grappled with however infrequently the ferocity was intense and burnt a little deeper inside that misapplied never understood region caestrum dig your heels in and take off
never wanted for anything
you filled me with your dreams
think nothing of their realisation on a path not of your own making
annecy