Nottingham @ JT Soar 12/06/17 #poetry


The hills roll on like an infinite mind
Colorless wind and paint balled sheep
Massage and manage native grasses
We love these places
We lose ourselves here

Just in time manufacturing
Just in time lives
Men are parking their campers
Woman are planting trumpets in the snow
Children are mining the past for the future

A beautiful day in the car
Working our stomach muscles
Ants on the motorway
Names for storms
Comfort our demise
Hurricane Sheldon
Typhoon Mildred
Heatwave Dennis
Death by friendship

Living every second
On and off screen
Gingerly scraping the sonic shit
From our shoes

We all go down together
We all go down alone
Whatever stirs the punch bowl
Letโ€™s meet after the show

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