The clipped Sounds Of Drowning In Autumn

Matt

Welcoming the pitter patter of rain
we pull on our boots
walking hunchacked under looming clouds
the voices of builders amongst the bangs and drills
clipped in our cotton wooled ears Bleating absences sheepishly grey in our years
And through the hustle and bustle Depression whistles
as if through the teeth of a biting wind
Our noses cold, dripping with the tumble of leaves
Centipedes scratching at the leather of our boots
looking for crevices to dig through.

This is for W3

7 thoughts on “The clipped Sounds Of Drowning In Autumn”

  1. ben Alexander's avatar ben Alexander Sep 7, 2025 / 11:29 am

    Matt, this whole piece carries that damp heaviness of rain-soaked days and the quiet hum of underlying blues. Wowzers…

    ~David

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