no bleak
no gravel
no granary
flushed upward flossed through the cloud
proud of our colourful obituary
but there's nothing to hold us here
fear nothing wary
no feline attention
no canary to fulfil the coal mine
just the foggy cotton of perspiration and no cling
so we are benign to respond
rung to sense
to physics
to every-mans gravity
no grieve
no manner
no calamity
just plummet
and wind sore
and sun-bleached torn clothing
and dread of developing horrors
perhaps collision with unwanted human company
no paid way into outer space
jest descent
you flounder for memories
to flutter before eyes
instead you are battered by collage
an old video game console the cat peed on
clips you fragrant between the eyes
a set of your golf clubs in their bag
winds you hugging in the gut
(did you ever play golf ?)
so much more product and then the car
Jeep Grand Cherokee colour burgundy
draws level
doors hung open to the yap of history
grateful and familiar you take to its back seat
pull over a tarp and sleep
but its all crushed apart
and you face again
the plunge
turning corpses of hills below
the quaking landscape bellows "NO!"
and patches of spikey urban ventilation
all gush to volunteer you
***** toward your voice
that's screams also 'No!'
but realize
the voice
of the
earth
screams rowdier
and on a weeping in-breath
to replenish
Jun 20, 2022
Jun 20, 2022 at 1:39 PM UTC
no bleak
no gravel
no granary
flushed upward flossed through the cloud
proud of our colourful obituary
but there's nothing to hold us here
fear nothing wary
no feline attention
no canary to fulfil the coal mine
just the foggy cotton of perspiration and no cling
so we are benign to respond
rung to sense
to physics
to every-mans gravity
no grieve
no manner
no calamity
just plummet
and wind sore
and sun-bleached torn clothing
and dread of developing horrors
perhaps collision with unwanted human company
no paid way into outer space
jest descent
you flounder for memories
to flutter before eyes
instead you are battered by collage
an old video game console the cat peed on
clips you fragrant between the eyes
a set of your golf clubs in their bag
winds you hugging in the gut
(did you ever play golf ?)
so much more product and then the car
Jeep Grand Cherokee colour burgundy
draws level
doors hung open to the yap of history
grateful and familiar you take to its back seat
pull over a tarp and sleep
but its all crushed apart
and you face again
the plunge
turning corpses of hills below
the quaking landscape bellows "NO!"
and patches of spikey urban ventilation
all gush to volunteer you
***** toward your voice
that's screams also 'No!'
but realize
the voice
of the
earth
screams rowdier
and on a weeping in-breath
to replenish
