6:59 on a Friday morning. Any second the alarm clock will go off. The sunlight's pouring in but I can barely make out the photo on the dresser without my glasses. Just patches of blue and green in an old gold frame. It's you standing in front of a cafe - there! shelter from the rain. I took off my jacket for you, but there your arm is raised to reveal skin fine and white. Oh, take care! Skipping across the gravel in your impossible shoes - those thin ankles! - you never tottered once. Peacocks stepped aside for you. I walked two steps behind, thinking of your dress that night out on the dance floor. I wasn't 'a pathetic teenage wreck'. I wasn't 'the iconco destruction pass man'. But you led me through a maze - right, left, no your other left, back to front - lost again! So I fell in upon myself and stared at my reflection in a pool. Til the alarm called me back. Thank goodness for that! +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister@missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo@missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+