clutching old thoughts
on a new afternoon
scrambling cold noughts
and the forthcoming soon
tearing open old ideas
casting humility aside
lip syncing new tears
topping up on pride
stabbing empty pressures
whittling away the queue
countersinking sunken measures
destabilise the view
moody bastards huff and puff
a worried world of hurried smell
brimstone fresh paint and other stuff
just off the highway to hell
holding onto empty yesterdays
like a dog eared page in a book
thinking about all the different ways
that this that and the other took
smiling from the inside out
just a shadow of the ... grin
sometimes you simply need to shout
you get everything to stay in
sometime the world will catch you
right just before the slip
sometimes the joke will fizzle and pop
leaving the remnants of a quip
there is no early there is no late
and its the only proper decency
just gotta find and resonate
on the same frequency
About the Creator
Bren
“I know what I mean it to be and respect that someone else may read something entirely different.” Me
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