“here she is” led out placid paws nose busy past a chihuahua one brown lab an old man with a blanket of Scottish Terrier a ginger cat packed I speak she looks up all tail all joy leaps to me eyes shine to mine snuffles my face soft laughter from the still worried we go home
mum bought me those little #raincoats in a bag and cheap umbrellas that bloom inside out for a strong breeze and yet they were forgotten or left because because my mind did not pause for clouds so rain found me again and again and again I didn’t mind it was rain Come Get Me and it did
we pull at reasons for our silence or stretch hope that this will be okay for us if not Them. bend for cynicism reach denial. rebound to dear fascism we were left by left and to right words to lie as we bend again to break
Strange fruit we humans If we mould our dreams to assault our yearnings It is too messy. It is too organic. We can assault the pages for hints of better. Better than this. #Pulp VSS365
Wipe down all of the tables. You may notice there are customers. Filling up the rooms with their noise and their everything. And soon I seek an #oasis that will let sleep choose me #VSS365
Here, settles the storms. Centres the clouds like softened centurions seeking new territory. Heart, organic and bold. Illustrious metaphor of new and of old. Beats. Beats. Mildly inflamed. But beats. And it is Sweet Clear like air after rain. There is no #conundrum. Just mother pain. #VSS365
Do you ever let your hope crawl to the floor? I did. Some turns of the calendar gone. It felt. Light. At first it was freedom. Not to hold back hope. Hide it. Defy, ignore, even #sublimate it. But to let it go and not even watch or intone goodbye. It never suited you anyway. And then. Well? VSS365
It doesn’t bear scrutiny. Or tear it either. But. Who or what is It anyway? Perhaps scrutiny is in the eye of the beholder. Not to be dismissed. It could be the media literacy alert of our era. But I digress. #VSS365#scrutiny
change and pain and joy here and boredom! for the lucky ah there - the #eventuality of It All eventuates so personal skin thin this cling of pain today three months of It All the hard easy silence of a teenage child so loved so away #VSS365
