down the street
i walk and stumble
seeking each and every trouble
falling over
slip and slide
on the verge of suicide
holding hands with my beloved
raise my eyes:
hey there! we rock it?
toot the tune,
demean demeanour...
dreamy soul and soulful dreamer
i move on, astute and weary
topping cakes with one drunk cherry
up the street
i go and climb
you with me? one hella ride!
hop in
not a thing you stand to lose
17 sep 2021