There's nothing like running
your fingers through wheat
as you take a footpath
through the farmer's field
especially in the dead of night
when the silence speaks volumes
Though I wouldn't know
'cus I'm a city boy
I always say
a life better lived on
the road less travelled
clearly wasn't for me
Cloudy days and
cloudy apple cider
go hand in hand
with hand rolled cigarettes
and unread messages
and a qwerty keyboard
Things are gon' get better
things better get gone
have I neglected my writing
or has my writing neglected me
Thoughts are just electricity
surging through your brain
tiny little electrical impulses
molecules and whooshy stuff
I could do with some of that