one after the next

wake up behind the wheel

the fog is so thick

i wake up gently

it’s such a beautiful day

i feel very ill

business is business

the flies are dropping like flies

but boys will be boys

the water wont stop

despite how i turn the taps

i found it like this

a glass full of port

a briefcase full of money

the news full of lies

air leaks from the room

i reach out to touch your hand

my arm halts, frozen

here we are again
the punchline to a long joke
a joke no one told

air leaks from the room

i reach out to touch your hand

my arm halts, frozen

i’m not welcome here

i have nowhere else to go

scratching at the door

i wake up gently

it’s such a beautiful day

i feel very ill

mankind is long gone
tree roots tear through the pavement
reclaiming the street

i started typing
and kept going and going
until my hands bled

business is business

the flies are dropping like flies

but boys will be boys

positivity