Monday, 6 November 2017

THE EVE OF CONSTRUCTION AND THE GIN FIELDS



life
was
a
shit
and
a
fuck
and the midnight got inside you
like the cold got inside you
and it spoke to you
and it said no bro no
not this lifetime

~

but there was a freedom there wasnt there ?
in the silence
and in the nothing

and that band sang

oh that magic feeling
nowhere to go

and you clung to that
thru the eves of destruction
out on the cigarette corners
counting up your telephone coins 
stood at the cabstand alone
with something to drink
but nowhere to go

~

and it got deeper inside of you
and it ate its way back out of you

from 
d
o
w

where regret ferments

and the hard ice you were
achieved a difficult spring

~

and you got inside each other
and you built a metaphorical
solid gold home together

and it said go bro go
its time for some summer

and all the irrigated gin fields
were 
sown
with
enough
sunflower

to weather
the sickness dusk



Image result for solid gold

from amazon.co.uk

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