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fragment
n
1. a piece broken off or detached: fragments of rock.
2. an incomplete piece; portion: fragments of a novel.
3. a scrap; morsel; bit
vb
4. to break or cause to break into fragments
[C15: from Latin fragmentum, from frangere to break]

Autosave-File vom d-lab2/3 der AgfaPhoto GmbH

Sometimes memory is a game

selective enchantment.

Lost in sea of boiled asphalt.

Chasing dreams I wish I had written down.

Promises I wish I had written down.

Other peoples footsteps.

I have to draw in my own shadow.

Autosave-File vom d-lab2/3 der AgfaPhoto GmbH

Autosave-File vom d-lab2/3 der AgfaPhoto GmbH

Realities I passed in brief duet

Now feel more like home than worn out shoes.

The egg timer will not stop

as I will not sleep to turn it over,

so you can dream and I will let time give us a room.

Let us take time and sit with it.

To sail a sea that has not been crossed yet.

Autosave-File vom d-lab2/3 der AgfaPhoto GmbH

Autosave-File vom d-lab2/3 der AgfaPhoto GmbH

“Lets run to Hollywood. and count pigeons.

Or we could sit.

And you could tell me a story.”

The lady has lost her teeth again.

So she just smiles and nods at me.

“Seems like lately that things are changin”

He won’t finish his sentences and keeps eating kippers

Autosave-File vom d-lab2/3 der AgfaPhoto GmbH

“But Beatrice, one day you have to sit still”

The egg timer is blue.

The sky blue.

My socks blue.

At least there is some synergy.

“What becomes of broken hearted?”

A new jar of kippers and its day break again.

The lady puts on her boxing gloves and the parrot grins.

Autosave-File vom d-lab2/3 der AgfaPhoto GmbH

Where we were, where we are. These things have no meaning now.

To find an exhaustion.
We dance again in silence.

Blood. Sweat. Tears.

” Thats all you need” she said handing me a map on a napkin to a bakery.

Bread.

Autosave-File vom d-lab2/3 der AgfaPhoto GmbH

” Your in Hollywood now”

i wish I could remember what it smelt like.

Spaces of faded grandeur, that perhaps never existed.

Chasing my own tale ( tail)

The book is soaked in water.

I can read my words.

Can we forget feelings in the same way?

To submerge my head in water?

Autosave-File vom d-lab2/3 der AgfaPhoto GmbH

I want to be a fish

To live under the under sea.

to stay hidden in seaweed all day.

to count the sea birds which fly overhead.

And say nothing.

To know nothing of this world and its absurdity.

” Perhaps you would help me cross the road? ”

Autosave-File vom d-lab2/3 der AgfaPhoto GmbH

” Perhaps you would help me cross the road? ”

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~ by beatricejarvis on June 30, 2014.

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