A land of landlords creating box rooms for families out of poorly cladded high rises or old libraries . Lucky if you get a window seat. Ice pops and screens on hand , just don't all need a piss at once .
Tomorrow I will make my Nan in law a smoothie...
Banana,
honey,
peanut butter.
rice milk
She won't remember but I hope she remembers it's there
by her side willing to be finished.
Springs dig in my ribs
As I reverse from
vivid trips,
distorted relationships.
Ones I hope won't outlive
this feeling of _springs in my ribs
Springs dig in my ribs
As reality hits, I remember social distances...
And throughout the day
I may have to unbuild such extensions
Repair make belief bridges.
Realise I never rode space mountain.
It was just me asleep.
From creosote
To when we were shaking
Dead fire coals as spring unfolds
A familiar beautiful wasted space
Why didn't this add up?
All these times were weather proof
for me, not you.
Wonderland we're holding hands
Somewhere between a dead charade and a glue eyed dance.
An old one excerpt from my song the Magpie Turns. Just a bit of winter imagery.
When the day is done at 5.
And smoke perfumes the past.
And Shiny Happy People*
is another way to fast.
And the last of the office lights
make you feel she's gone for good.
It's Autumn.
(walking home)
shiny happy people* by R.E.M
Bleach blonde hair half tied
Her family are the only ones who ride
without masks.
Caught somewhere between a pandemic and a farce
Her kid's tablet is a never ending peace treaty
She's on her last legs but hasn't any to stand on
But for a few hours it will be lights out
nestle her head in to other problems
Relentless texts from an ex.
A stream of empty politics,
and shut her eyes to Talk show hosts
who shout at her through the television set.
(my best bet)
Her chin rests on her hand
And her eyes rest ahead of her heart
And in the bar. I'm a shadow.
She has blue vein lips on
Stood at the back of the room
And no matter how hard I tried
I couldn't get through.