Maxed out,taxed out,put upon,not asked out
lonely man with tambourine
was seen dancing topside.Tower bridge
and have you ever been so high that you could almost kiss the sky,but far too shy you shy away and dance until the crowds shout stop,
and then you drop
a stone
you’re going home
back to the deep where you can sleep
without the noise from girls or boys that ring and sing,but in your ears one thing,and one thing water filling up the spaces that you ought to fill with something more,more like this
the kiss that one would plant upon the frozen lips of a sky that dies when you do,
do you
want that
on your conscience?
all nonsense of course, another horse a different colour
why bother
it’s
Monday
anyway.

© John Smallshaw all rights reserved

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