right now the safest place to be is a bar where we don’t need to talk to anyone or try make friends where i can have a few pints and listen to the live band singing their hearts out and share the room with a veteran maybe a radical or even a conspiracy theorist it don’t matter who you are what skin you wear where you come from we don’t need to go to war over shit we need to shut the fuck up and enjoy the space and maybe something might change in us when we step out of here for the better or worse it’s a gamble it’s a risk one worth taking call it a leap of faith
Tag: poem
observe death as a form of tradition
prayer in foreign tongue still delightful
spring night bodies shimmer and swelter
spring the soul returns from future’s past
purple space the crescent mocks the land
pedal rhythm in sync with the river flow
dream coast the spring sky implodes
lowest ebb yet treasures returned to shore
bask in cold fires spring dawn