Staking claims

Places on the pavement reading vacant, faces I have seen, change can make a dream come true, winter turns your body blue, Summer turns it bronze and it feels like we’re in third place, on the pavement, vacant face.

there’s nothing quite like, nothing quite, but quite like crawling from your skin at night believing it’s a sleeping bag,

how dreadful, awful, oh! they’re full of pity with a blanket full of empathy, a cup of tea and can’t you see that you make tea the status quo?

are we there?
how far to go?
is it morning?
talking to myself
keeps the warmth in
and the outside out

Jehovah witnesses but
doesn’t testify

© 2020, John Smallshaw.