I saw a crocus in the white and yellow
Of pre springs winter bloom
The purple stopped my footfall dead
In the wet graveyard gloom
I looked in on the brilliant thing
Burnt orange streaks tucked within
And there was a sigh of relief
Now springtime can begin

I wandered through the restraunt
On each table a single white rose
I took a lift
And took a sniff
Feeling no sensation in the nose
On the piano today
Sits a full bouquet
And I attended next to this
Hoping On the grey morning
To steal that summer kiss
I bend and take a whiff
The pink bloom is strikingly pretty
But again no smell of bliss
My connection issue with humanity
That is much like this

Some blood pumping activity
Can take the place of the pipe
If I want it
If I try
But there's a pattern for me
A **** loop i do regularly
Something in my inner deep
Comes up to the shallows
And swallows me
Down a dreadfull piscine throat
To a hell of unknown provoke
Inside the belly of the beast
I scrabble my phone
Grasping relief
"Dude are you home?"
In my hands soon
Is a soft green rope
A ten bag of Cally with powerful poke
Lighting the pipe and taking hold
Out with the bubbles
A most gentle blowhole
Breaching to my inland sofa
Where the sun is sitting now
Put on the kettle
Let's have another round

I was gonna tee totally
Cold turkey it
I was clucking
And the jar of mushys occurred
Cut through the malase
A method of escape
And I boshed a few hats n stems
Then the dealer finally text me back
And so I took off on a bike
Without feeling the wheels
And came on a train
Who don't half make a sound
When it comes to a stop
The thing hitting apon another thing
Two trains exploding past each other
What a thing it was
It was bright and tubular
Welcoming and shiney lights
Then I thought down for a bit
And I could feel the drain lights dip
So I came up in my mind
Looked up at the pretty lights instead

My brain has always been aware
That you may take sudden leave
This grey mist is perilous
Slipping would cause only grief

My soul is not lonely
Though it is burning today
Aqua sea foam shame
It whispers "it's OK my lovely, it's OK "

My bones can feel it in them
I will carry this light till my close
I'll linger in memory's regardless
In this bittersweet afterglow

My heart ....
It's a paragraph I'll miss for today
To sad to look in on
To deep to swim away

My being can take and accept this
If your cutting the line
Or just retreating from the fight
Its OK my lovely, it'll be alright

"What's your name again?"
Expression drops off a cliff
A free fall of unexpected hurt
It covers the face like a cloth
You can see the shock
Distress and a loss
And after this dissipates
The manner has changed
You did not take the time to care enough
To put their face to their name
You did not try hard enough
(You are a social disgrace)
Who could forget their mums birthday?
Unfeeling, uncaring lazy brain
"I'm really sorry, I'm bad with names"
The lips snap shut on my excuses
(Ive got dispraxia, nothing will help)
But the light has died now anyway
All but gone out
Numbers and names = love
And my heart is not good enough

It is a ghost
It has no twitt twoo
Instead an alien sound
Immits from the spooky beast
My spine shivers
As if this strange
Voice from the other side
Is calling you;
An eerie guide
From just above my head
In the corner of the eye
Movement on the velvet sky
Not a whisper
From those fine white feathers
Hushed is it's flight