I can hear a practised sigh. Someone’s turning over a leaf, I think they said it’s new, but how do you know it isn’t just refurbished these days. They’re twisting it over, straining delicate veins, flicking dew in their eye, … Continue reading
Change is magnetic, The craving for something, Fresh and new, exotic and inconceivable. some Dis_..jointed transition From where you are now. ~ Don’t confuse this lagging delineation with, The scrawling of a hysterical blue crayon. … Continue reading
Amid the cobbled stones,
And scholars I had my days,
steeped in manners and respect,
Generating a heady tincture of esteem,
that I thought was illegal.
Doors held open.
Hands used to greet and guide,
And words I’d forgotten could be so much more,
Than just filling out the spaces in-between.
Forming a banquet of discussion.
A guilded and charmed retreat,
Where I was someone.
Vitality seeped into the the void
that anxiety had left bare.
A beguiling contrast to what came before
And I was drunk on it.
Giddy on the newfound flush
Of invisible circuitry,
That only reveals itself in books
And Sunday morning gallops
I didn’t know that the switches
For fear and delight,
Were housed so,
I didn’t know that breathing
Could feel this easy,
Without someone’s approval.
I didn’t know I had the power
To authorise this shift.
(c) Accidental Tentacles 2016