I am next to nowhere now and somehow it feels quite right,
there’s nothing like being savaged or being the salvage of the night.
I was the last option, the take it or leave it, she left it and me
But I woke into the sunlight of a novel I was reading which ended in me feeding it the lines.
there’s a million miles away from the mountains of my yesterday, but still, I play down in the foothills,
taking on the ills of all the world.
and since I’m on the final rinse
I add conditioner.
(just to top up)
© 2019, John Smallshaw.