my meditations
new incarnations of old situations
the same, but, entertained in the hope of a greater sensation than before
sat in stations, waiting
understand, don’t overthink
impatience, be patient
this could be the greatest harvest in ages
but make no mistake, your teen age is endangered
wrapped in the arms of my plaything
strapped in the same mind
this dead town, you’re dead right
this place got me tarnished, painted
tarred with the same brush as the pavements
layers
the new incarnation, could do this, just do it
i’ve done it for ages
no it’s not just a phase kid
like when i pierced both your earlobes with needles from sainsbury’s
it’s dead quiet
your dead life
there’s no signs
just twists in the lanes like, this lane life, disclaimer*
this lay-by
that road kill
is so still
in lowlight
i drive in the night time with no skill
and wait on my hook up
alone in this world with no people around me, to look up. or look out
where are you now?
and where do we come from?
and where do we go now?
fresh laid tarmac on post-war pavements
back when we covered all bases by never discussing the basics
it’s that basic
drive till daylight breaks our meditations
don’t forget your medication
dinner in the night, breakfast in the evening
we just didn’t land in a place to believe in
we pursue passions that our parents don’t believe in
we listen to your brother’s stories but we do not believe him
we involve every single angle of the seasons
until silence descends in light seizures
i left you in the cold we’re just good friends
i let my hair grow long and no split ends
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