isolated madness
writes words
forcing out beauty
for office workers
travelling on trains.
i wonder if they could visualised past the fantasy of novella
and saw the writer sitting in poverty of old dressing gown.
of course the publishers would not put a picture of me on the back cover
or inner leaf
of writer sitting on verandah in pyjamas at 5am with cigarette hanging out of mouth...
no my hair with be preened looking quite etheric - even if valium need be taken-
and i will be smiling - only ever so slightly with a top that slightly shows my curvey breasts
and my history will be amended so i sound eccentric - a tolerable eccentric!
