Mark Heathcote [none] (22/03/66 / Manchester)

Spirit bland as black ink
Am I a victim of my own melancholic wings?
That is? Is I smudged and spreading,
That my darling - won’t work…

Darling all I read is your headlines…
Am I a victim of my own melancholic thinking’s?
That is smudged and spreading,
Across that psychiatrist folded piece of paper.