keep calm?
a strange little poem i wrote today. about being on autopilot or something along the lines of that
there’s that stinging scent of
nausea
floating up by kent station.
with joan in my hand,
uphill, i carry on.
i can remember the applause
and a precious sense of patience
for the girls and the band.
fondly, i carry on
thinking. maybe it’s cause i grew up
down west, where it all just lingers.
god i miss that coarse sand
sadly, i carry on.
there’s an unsettling sense of enough,
like i’ve reached it?
it’s sparkling down my fingers.
“i belong in this land”.
unsure, i carry on
wishing i knew it all now,
how i was saved by a kiss.
naivety, i carry on.
i need to write something down
now i forget what it is
so, i carry on.
maybe it was something for us?
or just me?
not too sure really.
i suppose that’s cause i carried on
this is really beautiful ray 🩵🩵🩵
i loved to read this