31 march

if there was a track i'd skip it
a path too rusted for roots to shoot through
i try and i cycle
let me tell you more about the story as i see it
this is the part where i open my heart and pour poorly
even as the record spins worlds twin split and i've written the ending
pretend scenes and missed lines
undefined status catch us and regress
the best is yet to have passed
muster or elsewise
the surprises in the pinwheels reveal air only air
up there the sky is crackling bold
the tires wild and squealing hold music of an otherwise day
let's step outside and provide cover for the grass
shade asks nothing but space to spread
beds and pillows window seats
neatly folded napkins adapting to the unhinging of the set
having met it's harder to ignore
applause for all those good moments
showing it's still possible
though denial in the back pocket still looks like a card
hardening my feet while softening my knees
bracing for a fall a call to arms shouldered
smouldering seems too much but when suddengone so is oxygen
a gutkick to stick through
then suck up as it were
the clouds allowed to reform and so can i
making no apologies
seeking no acknowledgement
drawing close the rain