Sea water salt,
my legs, the stairs,
the backward steps
the mass I shed
as I headed
up coves and coves
The descent, wrapped in the
smell of bush
the boat watchers
the sea a stomach
soothing relief or
longer harder my steps
And new shoulders weekends
Make amends, give the blues more than you
Formulated faith, soak it up
Never fail a serotonin shot
Keep face until one too many
and then you'll hear a broken record
of sorry slurs. A broken verse
Nothing new emerged
I'm stuck with paint dry sentiment.
Cemented. Sleep walking through the past.
The first bird song
I can hear the first bird song
through the baby monitor
Feeling like I last ate 3 meals ago
In the dark drive
where blues run the game*
could be consequential to the day
The birds and their sleeping audience
have so much to say
about that.
through the baby monitor
Feeling like I last ate 3 meals ago
In the dark drive
where blues run the game*
could be consequential to the day
The birds and their sleeping audience
have so much to say
about that.
blues run the game* by Jackson.C.Frank
The Kitchen
Everything happened in the kitchen.
She was sentenced to life
but a week before
couldn't believe the time
went so quick
but we became a dying horse
under beating pressure.
Everything happened in the kitchen
the twin towers took hold of the planes
Your Dad explained we'd never forget this day
The papers asked if it was the end of the world
Nostradamus sleeping still in his grave
Everything happened in the kitchen
Legs made a v and eyes marked the sky
but then we disagreed
until the water, either way,. ran dry
Everything happened in the kitchen.
Well, not everything but a lot.
She was sentenced to life
but a week before
couldn't believe the time
went so quick
but we became a dying horse
under beating pressure.
Everything happened in the kitchen
the twin towers took hold of the planes
Your Dad explained we'd never forget this day
The papers asked if it was the end of the world
Nostradamus sleeping still in his grave
Everything happened in the kitchen
Legs made a v and eyes marked the sky
but then we disagreed
until the water, either way,. ran dry
Everything happened in the kitchen.
Well, not everything but a lot.
No formula
2020 and we see the staples
in a society of stockpilers
How many configure.
It's a squeeze to get on the first train
at the expense of a neighbour's sway
some cupboards full
without a care for those
who must entertain hunger and
then bathe in their own shit
that's before we've gotten to the pandemic
My wife must solely feed our baby next week
Because there's no formula in a pandemic.
in a society of stockpilers
How many configure.
It's a squeeze to get on the first train
at the expense of a neighbour's sway
some cupboards full
without a care for those
who must entertain hunger and
then bathe in their own shit
that's before we've gotten to the pandemic
My wife must solely feed our baby next week
Because there's no formula in a pandemic.
Trust me
Trust me to have writers block in a pandemic.
I'm not seeing anyone about the town though! Most of my writing is done on bus journeys, but I haven't been on a bus in months. Anyway...Here is something I started.
Cars line the front
as if they are in mourning
They'll soon get moved along
by heads who don't need
the sea to stomach
their thoughts today.
ps music production is kicking off with more time I have. Expect to see more music on here than writing perhaps?
I'm not seeing anyone about the town though! Most of my writing is done on bus journeys, but I haven't been on a bus in months. Anyway...Here is something I started.
Cars line the front
as if they are in mourning
They'll soon get moved along
by heads who don't need
the sea to stomach
their thoughts today.
ps music production is kicking off with more time I have. Expect to see more music on here than writing perhaps?
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