Her name was autumn her hair a colour auburn like a fallen leaf drifting on the breeze spiraling spiraling out of control a free spirit with a wild soul for she had no master a limitless beauty all I heard was her laughter as she danced for me.
I wonder how some people's brains work why their bodies twist and twerk is it all just attention seeking and what the **** is fleeking? now I'm not one to sit and judge because I never passed the bar without stopping to get drunk not quite down in one more like two below par this is when you begin people watching a popular pub past time I saw a guy who was pork scratching which certainly put me off mine a barmaid stood there ready to serve who just wanted some peace and quiet but the men they formed a queue to perve she almost caused a riot now I guess I am just another fool that's drinking after hours barely balancing upon a stool trying to maintain his mental powers from the far corner, a drunk begins to sing before collapsing on the floor just as the last order bell rings maybe I'll have another I only drank two or was it four?
I searched for innocence it was not there I looked for respect it didn't care I needed warmth and got the cold I yearned for youth yet felt so old I asked for honesty it told me lies I wanted life but it had died
In bed, I lay upon my cushioned existence I stay but outside the world's at play birds swimming in the sky and trees that gently sway dancing the day away and I continue to lie the distant sounds of yawning grounds two parched lips as the Earth does rip let the rain come so we may take a sip heavens nectar falls upon a discarded deckchair striped like candy cane blotched with the rain scattered upon sandy dunes could this be a monsoon ironically late but still worth the wait paid patience admission at the gate one ticket to wet wet wet this is what patience gets just need a raincoat so I can appear in the matrix how can you hate this a neopolitan sky dripping with colour if I were a scholar I could espouse on its many virtues instead, I turn up my collar and tip my hat a little milk won't hurt you an umbrella swung round a lamppost and now I'm Gene Kelly still wearing a raincoat but dancing romancing the moonlight for night has snuck in the back door like an absent teenager but this too shall pass soon the dunes turn to grass and I to return to task a new day at play.
This is what happens when you don't get up straight away.
Words are dead! there I said it words are dead the words in your head are in the past the words that you said will not last fireworks that attract the eye liar's words in the mind an explosion of language and then silence they do so much damage and cause violence chasing words feeling tiredness healing words are band-aids on the soul a soothing to the ears they're dropped in empty holes for who hears? who really listens? words are dead we have visions images of creation words are no salvation just pointers pointing to the infinite still they loiter words we can't forget we hold them to our chest like lifeless children we always do our best but the words **** them and now all that's left is dead... dead words.