swans

wondering wondering
thinking if you'll see
the dirty little devil
hiding inside of me

thinking im now
cos iv only got
thirteen left
and no more will i have until you rest

Its down to twelve now
and the mercy is dying out
no more respite for stupid comments
no more tolerance for surreal poetry

a romantic song on a sunday night
strangely drives away the beasts of hell
the sleeping nights
are welcomed by the drift of daylight

out

let us in

light it up

in a smoky darkness

purple clouds

swans silhouette