The Bookshop Sessions #9

In avoidance, he dances around this midnight well. It sees inside reflecting the charcoal skies 

Sending ripples to collide with a cough, that shoots out a dying wish. This abyss transmits a long calling, for times he’d better forget. Its grooves, gridded with white dots and circles. 

Wrong pace 

right place 

To face the shadow of a sinking well 

For it spills and fills the lands around all that he hadn’t built, until he hears;

“Return to the ground” 

A sound leaves his left ankle, 

Reverbs through the town, 

Transforms into a crimson dragon, 

and dies in the flames of its own flight. 

The ashes shimmer and cover the groovy rooves…     

gently 

        slowly

It’s lonely to call on everyone 

For the one that opened the lid 

To a dark well 

Sees

That… 

Oh 

No one sees at all, not even short and tall 

Or The host from above and below

so it slips 

then it goes 

so it slows

then it ohhhhhs

so No one quite knows 

Where it flows

May it be dancing with arms

in its morning bird charms 

Holding our sons, stuck in the rounds of black and blue. Just to say I felt that too

Every balled up fist is a wish to let the waterfall, but instead we tell lil buddha. You must take it all

So it takes the tumbles, snares and fumbles

To crack open some space and light.

So let it breathe in. This life.

And let it die, like day into night. 

so Let’s write 

[history…history…history]

Let’s write

[history] Let’s write

[history]

“take all the darkness in”

He breathes 

I still got a skim of pebbles on a plate full of ash that she couldn’t put out. How can I put out When I’m putting in, This avoidance? 

For the well no longer fills up to the brim

It only fills half way full! So am I the fool for wanting to be anything more than 2 feet tall sat on the edge of a pool, Swinging and Dangling

Until i can see 

the 

edge 

of 

defeat