THE CRACK UP

Lights come on again

Going home again

Feeling the same

Older

Like a lazy wasp at summers end

Trying to muster flight against

The turbid air

That pile of bricks still sits

By the lip of the skip

An archive recording of dreams from long ago

The vibe killer

The stitched up stretched back flavours

Of dusty punches dregs and saw dusted flakes

Streaming loving rolling

Getting wet and losing it

Over again up on hills

Looking watching waiting

Thinking staring dreaming of words

Wires digits squashed through more digits

Men and women that look like advertisements for themselves

A hoof a paw some screed pokes out of the darkness

We walk through the glass cabinets the aquarium

The jelly fish what drives them

Whhhaaaaaaatttttttttttt infused them to begin

And howwwwwwww loooooooonnnnngggg will it take