They’re Only,

MARCH 2018

They’re Only, 


coloured bottles.

Though their contents, are 

full of magic.

Full of dreams, or ...... despair.

Or a madness, that wrecks the brain.

Perhaps a potion, to make you sleep ?

But only if, you drink long.....And

Drink deep !

For the dead, have come to sup.

And, to mock me.

For I’m a part of them.

A brother.

And they await my turn.

It’s a fine divide, when.....

One, imbibes.

And, like the Borg.

They’re just


Trying to assimilate me.


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