Poem: The Flat On The Terrace

i walk along the terrace, see the flat i lived in for years

and years

i had no cares, back then, beyond knowing where the next CD was going to come from.

my flatmates thought i was mad.

and these were people that cheated on their girlfriends, took carving knives with them for late night walks – you know, just in case.

one of them tried to kill a mouse by sme…