Rot awake. A corpse and ripples. A smile grows. Organic.
Listen to music from 2008.
Colour returns and smiles grow in orchards, full bloom,
In the sheen of eighties cameras -
Matchstick simplicity,
Magnificent sunstroke,
Aligned eyes and natural light.
Memory factory, outdoor video, sun shone on a TV screen,
Sun shone on winter dust -
Vehicular romance, haircut towns, grasscut gardens -
Warming, browning, smiling,
Wash the car, throw the clothes, screw up receipts.
Those two hours didn’t mind – they disappeared anyway -
They always do, don’t they.
Now I don’t either, after nutrition and fallacy.
Guitar happiness and plastic trees.
I lie about the latter.
Car lifts and car life and trains back in fashion.
Bike rides, fields find meaning, paths find structure,
Breathing and walking and walking and breathing and closed eyes.
Find me in joy, splashing not swimming, no drowning allowed,
No pips, no squeaks, inflated walking – patchwork images.
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