all faith was lost in a caravan car park with seats reclined,
a family of four, small and contorted, wrapped
around a car for an uncomfortable night of no sleep,
and for the soundtrack:
propeller blades of the port and a grown man weeping.
now we understand and gather and know and grasp the concept of loss,
now it's a:
brother to a younger sister
and now a lost son to forever mother
and a lonely child to a missed father,
insurance-won't-be-done-on-time
because the route-master turned up late.
now loss can never be found so it stays stuck in memory,
now memory is:
reverse the car into the garage and don't stop for the wall,
or bend over double and crawl into the back of a van
duck down because you're tall for your age.
so now you're no longer and when this is realised
i will write this up into a stage play for you
to hide and conceal and disguise the face that will undoubtedly bloom in tears.
Earlier my eyes wandered looking for someone through a window watching the main street in the rain. It's been a year and still you've missed the refrain, we'll try again on the chorus perhaps next year sometime.
Jul 15, 2013
Jul 15, 2013 at 12:38 PM UTC
all faith was lost in a caravan car park with seats reclined,
a family of four, small and contorted, wrapped
around a car for an uncomfortable night of no sleep,
and for the soundtrack:
propeller blades of the port and a grown man weeping.
now we understand and gather and know and grasp the concept of loss,
now it's a:
brother to a younger sister
and now a lost son to forever mother
and a lonely child to a missed father,
insurance-won't-be-done-on-time
because the route-master turned up late.
now loss can never be found so it stays stuck in memory,
now memory is:
reverse the car into the garage and don't stop for the wall,
or bend over double and crawl into the back of a van
duck down because you're tall for your age.
so now you're no longer and when this is realised
i will write this up into a stage play for you
to hide and conceal and disguise the face that will undoubtedly bloom in tears.
Earlier my eyes wandered looking for someone through a window watching the main street in the rain. It's been a year and still you've missed the refrain, we'll try again on the chorus perhaps next year sometime.
RIP
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