Grey Seals

Two weeks of peace, haar and money

At last I shrugged and I lost track completely

This unforgiving machine gave me a break

I saw the outlines of grey seals on the bay

Sluggish and so low, forcing a bad rhyme

I spend the remains of a sudden Sunday morning

The hum of a bumblebee

The heavy thud at the mouth of daydream

Circumstances so abject

And so foolish of me to expect any less

Come running to me

Come running to me

Lest come swimming

A short set of tasks

1. Set world to rights

2. Make sure to send word of what's left behind

I'm a dog in need of a quiet stream

The white girl's sleeping and still she screams

Circumstances so abject

It would be prudish of me to expect any less

Come running to me

Come running to me please

Lest come swimming

Tripping over laces like these

I'm reminded of my dad learning to read

A bench on the green, the bugs and the big leaves

An unrelenting slate grey sprawl ripped at the seams

The kids dividing into two teams

Running circles

Running circles round my extremes

All aboard the last hour