where is my focus?
now - finally - close by (?)
i sit nearer to its red heart and pray
that this fresh boat is varnished,
sealed enough - and dried
to cast a good song -
a swan song - into the fray.
changing world...
i sit with the stones now
feeling some power still
as the waves withdraw, pulling
the very core of me... back.
I scramble for cigarettes; fast food;
more sugary things - to soak in -
and the lakes -
rich and black -
drilled -
for more dips
into caffeinated depths...
as the fire crackles on
behind the new glass.
YOU ARE READING
in ash on the sand (last burnt poems)
PoetryA handful of final, random poems, from 2016+ I'd thought I'd given up writing poems, so these will probably be the last. For free here on wattpad. For more artwork and info, plus any contribution/support (if you think they're worth something?): vis...
