Silas Thorne's Journal

Haven't we met before?
You were at the centre of the web
debating the existence
with the other coffee spiders,
one strong gust of wind, and the web was broken
I lost your number I told you.
Have you got a pen? Here, take my phone.
Hold it! Have you got it?
Just like that, yes.
There! I'll be back in two shakes of a banana
with milk, two eggs, and a little cream.
Your eye twitches in the background,
but I cannot read it.
Could I read it? What I once saw?

Blades of green grass
wrath Khan in his absence
the curtains shut me out
turning light turncoat on me