07 May 2021

Hard Asleep

Smoke a cigarette or two

To cut down on sinkin’ and thinkin’

Memories make breathing difficult

And they wrinkle your skin


To walk up and down the streets

Eyes pointlessly open, wanderin’

And I haven’t taken my eyes off my feet

Lost, with petty troubles angular absurdity 


Every scene glows, but I’m the blinking kind 

Dwelling, waiting in all the warmth 

Scribbled here and there that’s all for? 

Me, one or two or many too? 


Ever forever hating the haulting lights 

To see circling moths: it’s your world 

That you choose – reading poetry I swam

The four lettered I, all four of us


The world here is sweet

Sweetest are our dreams

They’re here to stay and would fill 

Their sleepy darkness till the songs end


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