The winds hammer jaw locked grip and stopped at the traffic lights to first let summer then spring pass. Right turn right, no turns left ‘for the last time’ that’s what I said. Oh hell what it would be just to borrow somebody else’s shoes again, to breathe through their lungs. I can’t fly on my own wings, life’s too short for lessons but we’re no longer in that sweet bosom of adolescence. Everything you used to know is excused for dough. Everything that you used to think is abused by drink. The hammer’s down the sound of steel growls and you wonder what it is to feel now…. You’ve loosened your grip on the wheel now…. just a few more minutes to kill. Click, seatbelt, twist keys, up stairs and sit. Your evening meal, your sweet, your phones last lock, sleep.. wake up, repeat, repeat, repeat, repeat, repeat, repeat, repeat, repeat, repeat, repeat, repeat, repeat, repeat, repeat, repeat, repeat, repeat, repeat, repeat, repair, repeat.
