Penny buns

If my nails had been longer I could have held on a while longer before the reason to fall became stronger and the morning no longer held any fascination for me.

why nails?
why anything when you have nothing except the light at the end of something you think is the end.

it’s got nothing to do with the clinging and you made it clear
it’s got nothing to do with anything I do,
events are written long before and before becoming maudlin I’ll get going.

Think I’m walking to meet the inevitable and still looking for bargains to buy,

why nails?
and that’s going to haunt me,
but I see myself lying there,
dying there, my heart trying to
fly out of there
fuck it,
I also see my revival there
survival plays fair with
some time on my side.

© 2017, John Smallshaw.