Seagulls screech overhead
understating the depths below.
Fleeting bubble meetings
that burst and go.
Spirit buzz energising the soul.
Sat with the salt of the earth
by the sea on deckchairs with the old
laughing their heads off at how time flew since get-together births.
If you feel like not bothering
a cigarette will give you a chance to walk away.
I’m off for a fag getaway
but if you really care, no excuses will mean you’ll be able to stay.
Chaotic cars drive themselves in car parks.
Everything is out of control and depends on the last lyric you listened to
like ‘but you blew my mind.’
I can’t thank you enough for telling me something I never knew.
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Author: aprettykettleofpoetry
