raymond terris

be careful

the green rings around the stars foretell all ruin

my memory feels something

a glimpse of something long before i was me

it was dark and warm and i felt good

it felt like england to me

another england it was quiet there were trees

something delicious was about to happen

how i long for whatever that was

in the warm comfortable silent darkness

and that strange medicinal odour

a licorice-y smell

welcome to me or so it would seem

to the me before me i mean

thats the me i mean