Kit Kelen #561 - in all the vast of day's pyjamas

561

in all the vast of day's pyjamas

art works the instances to light

how is it?

who are we?

no one's to know

it's thoughtless

come past weary meaning

never in this story before

all are tickled

hold sides to laugh

mouth dry

in a tummy rumble

all the world rolls round

so something's to be made of it

there are those of a simple struggle to know

there are one's who weigh to know what's worth

but some we few must make a mark

must piss on those world's end pillars like Monkey

deeper and deeper down in pyjamas

bringing ourselves to light

we're under, aren't we?

like a pill gone down

up a garden path

grubby thus far into the journey

still wilting, in pyjamas though

even before I'm awake

I'm at work

even especially

hard at my dirty little secret

art

the all-falling

and fumbling to catch

to let go

one cough and the ship's down

because in all the vast of day's pyjamas

the tune is first thing bright

chords construct themselves like clouds

because you were never in this mirror before

because it's not the same old story

and all of this amounts to

the one thing you have to believe

it's a draft