Pardon Me by Bruce McRae
Lady of Pain, pardon my lugubrious flippancy, my jaundiced naivety – but it’s this struggle against all that is pointless and how it wears me thin. It’s this emotional poverty I carry as if a sack of broken clocks and trinkets. I’m like a man with a stone in his shoe setting out on a long walk. Wherever I go I hope I never get … Continue reading Pardon Me by Bruce McRae