we sweat the small stuff and get upset
ready to deflect what we don't expect
storms spread and we get so wet
bad weather that we'd rather forget

we preset our heads to reject
whatever we don't see as correct
we've all bled and shed tears of regret
it's our necks that we try to protect

when letting two hearts connect
reverence has the better effect
it's the common threads that we neglect
instead of accepting we choose to except

Zopiclone is a marvellous
Drug
Take one then get down
Snug
Wake refreshed for another
Day
Keep the gremlins far
Away
The doctor says “You’ll get no
More”
His message now is in
Folklore


Keith Wilson  August 2016

I heard a man putting ladders up outside
Probably to clean the gutters
He suddenly appeared at my window
"Hello" he said
"I'm Father Christmas
I'm just practising"

It's not the fact that you are gone,
It's that the world
didn't stop
turning,

When mine did.

He eyes me like he's hungry for a steak,
Like I'm something on a plate.
His voice is sweet and low but fake.
I questions his intentions,
Wonder why there's salt on the table...
Yeah, warm me up.
Thaw me out and maybe I won't taste so much like cardboard.

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He told me he knows how to love a person,
I told him what he knows is how to eat a good meal.