inarticulacy 

that’s easy for you to say

i could have said

builders 

nailing an afternoon

in summer

seagull 

calling down the dusk

you sound so sad

pre-furred 

the cat has brought the sun in

pat a cat a day

‪the silly bus‬
‪going somewhere important‬
‪ended up just here‬

there is no future

tomorrow lies littered here

for no hope remains

loosestrife 

so few the days of summer

left to roam

the poet 

to circumvent the drug test

had to eat his words

on the horizon 

we visit the whole world

imagine that 

driftwood

writing secret thoughts when

you were all at sea

the tales of ise

one hundred and twenty five

tears fell

today when i die

tomorrow will also die

and yesterday

then today gives up and dies

so where does that leave me