The bird song is a landlord cashing a deposit
from a couple who won't get any sleep
cos the man below is a wayward soprano
He shrieks at the top of his voice
revs the fuck out of his stereo
They've got guitars and plants and idle optimism
But he's that cream that never sours until an
inevitable, avoidable crash.
The bird song are his friends who bail him out,
wire through his account. So he can straggle down the hill
on autopilot to get more fuel..A bag full.
The bird song is the shop who serve him
No concern of the state he's in
Part of a building society cashing in
His walls closing, theirs expanding (still standing)
The bird song is 3.52am. I want some sleep.
The left give up
Bent over s-d-r-a-w-k-c-a-b
Short of straight answersFacts are foiled,
used up scratch cards
used up scratch cards
Voting records
line top shelves -
Adult magazines
for the few [not the many]
Adult magazines
for the few [not the many]
So many still buy bright
from the bottom.
Billie Holiday is
drowned out
by a low exhaust
She sounds desperate & drained
My legs are heavy
stuck to the floor
I don't feel like doing
anything noteworthy
Because if I try
I'll be by her side.
These days,
I see many photos of
launderettes
I don't know what each
represents.
Perhaps hope for a rare kind
of co-operation
from the bottom.
Billie Holiday is
drowned out
by a low exhaust
She sounds desperate & drained
My legs are heavy
stuck to the floor
I don't feel like doing
anything noteworthy
Because if I try
I'll be by her side.
These days,
I see many photos of
launderettes
I don't know what each
represents.
Perhaps hope for a rare kind
of co-operation
Turning Ninety Three
Such fervent excitement.
She couldn't sleep turning Ninety Three.
Now morning, with her good hand, she takes on a television score
I've still got a few years left haven't I?
This quiver was me as a child hopeful
Christmas hadn't run it's course
as the tinsel came down,
leaving grief stricken walls
and the pine needles met up in the pan
for the last sorry time.
'Yes, of course' my answer - automatic, assuring.
As the conductor rests. She's gone.
We go back to entertaining.
We hope to have her back on again. (soon)
This was about my Nan in law. How her dementia seems to come and go. How it's all invisible and unpredictable) I also took a lot from this _ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tp6c_oG1SBk
She couldn't sleep turning Ninety Three.
Now morning, with her good hand, she takes on a television score
A pause for entertaining the common discourse
Her mind's eye flickers in to life
Her mind's eye flickers in to life
Music brings the sun. Sunflowers open bask
and then silence_____ Weak kneed she asks
and then silence_____ Weak kneed she asks
I've still got a few years left haven't I?
This quiver was me as a child hopeful
Christmas hadn't run it's course
as the tinsel came down,
leaving grief stricken walls
and the pine needles met up in the pan
for the last sorry time.
'Yes, of course' my answer - automatic, assuring.
As the conductor rests. She's gone.
We go back to entertaining.
We hope to have her back on again. (soon)
This was about my Nan in law. How her dementia seems to come and go. How it's all invisible and unpredictable) I also took a lot from this _ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tp6c_oG1SBk
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