Today is a jelly day.
a cold broth concentrated consommé
kind of day.
You must have been at sometime when you said,
‘I don’t want to play anymore’
when the doors were shut and you’d bruised your knee and the tears were falling into your own sea and see how easy it is now to forget.
And Monday always smacks you awake, it’s
no wonder your head hurts and your feet ache
for fucks sake
bother yourself with the mundane?
Split your mind into the faster frame and do a selfie on the phone,
everyone can’t be or maybe they can be photoshop or top of the pops though some will always stay at home and vegetate,
cold broth concentrate
that’ll have to do
© 2016, John Smallshaw.