Disturbing The Ache
Heroes don't bake
And mothers use salt sparingly on their children’s wounds
Fables trapped on a bookshelf on a sinking ship
Rolling to the starboard side, they reach through the night for the tide-line
The words break slowly from their prisons in the water
Covering the pages with blankets to remind them of a simpler time
Sliding, sleepily and silently descending
Leant into the moonlight and freed themselves from having to end
Cowards can't swim
And pharmacists drink secretly all your parеnts wine
Make a bet with old friеnd on a camping trip
Play upon his hopeful side, then steal from his corpse in the twilight
Dead roses
Dead time
Dead time
Dead roses
Dead time
Dead time
Dead roses
Dead time
Dead time
Dead roses
Dead time
Dead time
Has anybody seen those sisters who used to live across the road?
Cursed by self-respect, you said, barely human
We thought they were just a story in the local newspaper sat next to a half-page advert for holidays in Tunisia
Dead roses
Dead time
Dead time
Dead roses
Dead time
Dead time
Cowards can't swim
But can they float?