blue bird day.

We just went where we wanted to go,
and the only thing that was stopping us was ice
and the only thing that was moving us was fossil fuels.

Moving us towards frosted memories.

The devil is lost when you get to that place
where all the white sparkles
where all the exhales are found fog.
The sheer sight of it: HOLY SHIT!
We're here! No-one can trip us now.
No-one to ask us when we got here of how.

Green boots and solar-glare gazes.
Loaves of bread and so many unsolved mazes.
Just unitl five o'clock
when all the coloured boxes knock,
I'll have to go then
but I'll see you when we have this great idea again. //

-K

SLEEP.

Lashes link together
intent on finding stormy weather.
Behold, I have no life jacket for you
for forecasted wild winds.
Everything sucks in darkness
and yourself is in it.
When did you realise this?
You didn't.
That was when you told me that moths
had china plates for wings.
All the eggshells were exploding.
This is too much, too much
for non-ficition facts.
This is too much, too much for me.
Climbing to pick lightbulbs off branches

you fell into deep trenches.

JOLT.
AWAKE.