A winter storm graces all of me,
A quiet and harmless storm - seemingly,
Would you be angry if I told you,
I spent the afternoon growing virtual hemp plants?
Go long, go long,
Right over the edge of the Earth,
And come back with more love for everybody else,
And more,
And twelve thousand more memories.
We will take our watercolours to the beach,
Use the sea spray to blend blues together,
And greens.
The sand so warm beneath us,
Five hours from the city,
Far away from sirens and hipster science.
The saltwater stings my fingers,
Where I bit my nails raw.
The tension floats away,
There are no heroes here,
Or losers.
Everything comes and goes,
With the constant waves.
Take it easy,
Honey,
Drop low,
Swing a little.
Huss, huss, huss,
Bake a cake,
Bake two,
Catch some air.
Hollow bowl,
Sharp eyed,
Twist my shoulders,
Burn my soul.
My peace pipe making magic in my mind.
Head heavy, lids heavy,
Heavy arms,
Shoulders heavy.
Wool mouth, honey eyes,
Skin dry like bone,
Roasting.
Twitching, curling, cold and heavy,
Feet dragging,
Toes numb.
Grey goose made of tin,
Shadow patchworks on my skin.
Take me apart, piece by piece,
Hang me up in the putrid breeze,
I see everyone through my transparent lids,
And everyone sees me.
I'm in a bit of a silly situation. I've got two weeks before I go on holiday, with nothing to do. I'm also on this bizarre detox diet which doesn't allow me to drink alcohol or eat pretty much anything. Marvellous. Keeping myself entertained with henna, watching my stepfather making a bookshelf, watching rubbish television and researching how to make sky lanterns. Gee, I love summer.