amelie

the snowflakes fall

onto my arm and i chew.
in my mind. i do not mean literally
the coffee swirls in the mug
no. its no longer hot
just sitting still
before yor eyes. i do not mean it literally

if colours had a world
of their own
if languages speak a world
of their own
would not life be more infused
joint in custody
parents as regimes
godfathers of one land

i watched that french show, amiele the other night it was rather interesting. queer in its own way. artistic perhaps in its own right. well. it was pretty darn good i must say. nothing to do with the above, just so u were wondering