This is my first post, a poem i wrote on the same morning as the post. It is one of my favourite pieces of writing i have ever written. It talks of evaporating love and herbal anti-anxiety pills. But generally the crazed freedom of Monday.
Ripping through fields of tulips,
Like a drunk combined harvester.
Throwing flowers away over my shoulder.
Laughing at the lunacy of Monday.
It's been a while my friend valerium,
Knocked on your door with a cup of tea,
Synaptic breakfast mutilation.
Oceans of flowers envelop me,
Red and yellow petal vision,
Driving blues - thank you Bob.
Fine rain drop pollen mist,
Tickles the sides, as it all hits home.
skip to main |
skip to sidebar
All sorts of things you find under the cushions of your sofa
No comments:
Post a Comment