Tuesday, 25 February 2020

taxi days

taxi days

days‬
‪and the way days and days‬
‪change our ways‬

‪if i pay my fare in words‬
‪are you for hire‬

‪and will you drop me there‬
‪at life’s desire‬  where

the dark downs like a cat
eye-lidden the fire begs
to be lit
but light can be denied for 
a time   for a short while

there is a music wormhole in the veil
and then we’re through and it closes
why are the tear ducts cemented
the tears build up to a pulp of roses 
at three hundred pounds per square inch 

thoughts unable to whip stop the stallion
galloping away until we are left 
with the flies and empty reigns 
in hands that smack of despair 

the needle has sewn the pastiche quilt
it’s time to sleep

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