I’m not sure who it was
teach me about sadness
it's dark as shit in here
the moon is bright
I have shelter
build more
I need an axe
burn more
and friends, I have
fuck the wolf
it’s like hide and seek
throw me a dictionary
turn the bloody pages
follow the heart
does it hurt
on a silent plain
the lawless, we lie
scattered, wailing
onto a burnt orange sky
the tower melts, slowly
we feed on moonlight
and howl at the full moon
she never came home last night
I hope our tears aren't wasted
how long do we put up with this for
we whisper dreams to the stars
slam our poems, hard
against the bedroom wall
deep, into the cracked plasterboard
where’s the cat?
some journeys just
have to be made
there is no other news
Love this lyrical!
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ReplyDeletethe wind began to howl...
where the cracks in the plasterboard make graffiti of all hymns
ReplyDeleteThanks all :)) now I've got the opening riffs for tonight's poem - thanks Kit & James.
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