Take a gun and fire a shot to start the game
This race I run – fools’ mates of girls,
Bemusements and bored games
With dealers, cheats and jokers playing round
Drinking vodka, lying down
Upon a chequered flagstone in my chest…
Waves are rising by the second –
Sirens wail and walls are crumbling
It’s been raining for three weeks
I think I need a hand to help me land
A map to find some solid ground.
Just a rock or rubber ring to cling to will suffice for now…
Raking through the leaves on autumn’s carpet floor
A windfall’s to be had.
The harvest has been good this year,
We’ve grown a chart of everything
We think, we hope, we feel, we might.
Transcriptions of an evolution mapped out in relief…
In reply to:
Now it's like
My cup's gone cold
Leaving stains of starving crescents
I love this image, it's great. Though you might find a better word than starving.
Temperature's rising, but any idiot would know that...