Tuesday, August 09, 2016

Cleared The List Again - Poetry by Sam Freek

Cleared The List Again
Cleared the list
Started again
Washed my face like a cat
The ends of the rugs curled up
White noise filled the radio
What do you call unusual behaviour
I said I would have a babycham 
The perfect gift for only £3.45
Not watching your back
Cold air fills my lungs and I cough

All seasons fill one day
Came at me with a message
It finally sank in
Where did you go?
You just consumed yourself 

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