These hills have got me hugging pillows.
Restless I chew a new landscape into cheek,
A shanty to
If I had not been ill
And duvet had not refuged me on hill,
If radio had not held my ear
An age has found me where they can’t see past the grey.
Grey = Grandma,
Had it, lost it, past
And it stings,
Slapped my breath hostage
And held both barrels to my heart,
The way you peel eggs
Creeps up behind my breath & pauses morning.
Rejecting yolk,abandoning it
We share nothing but bath water,
We are all Jammy Dodger hearts.
It was 13 & 47 and they weren't there.
The bench played its poker face
And for the first time in
For all the fucked up reasons that you found my cradle,
Just a rookie on standby who’d filled in
Have the 9.1 million forgotten the Dream
Blinded by cardamom-infused buttercream?
1974 he was gone.
Breath forced, she moved to the bang of a drum.
Now, soft snores of her 70 years