Embrace the corduroy phase

Embrace the corduroy phase
Wear them in black then
Slowly fade to beige
It’s not a sign of age
It’s a temperament change
Some arrive from black to red
Standing out from the crowd
But they’re usually certified insane

Enjoy the tracksuit/sweatpants stage
Those lazy days
Where what you’re wearing feels like a hug
Around your legs
All warm and snug
As a bug in a rug

Love white sports socks
I don’t care what they say
Along with grey Y fronts
Yea that’s right, Y fronts

It’s not about age
It’s about comfort in simplicity

©Silverbackgorillapoetry 2016 July

In the process of collapse

Slowing down

taking everything with ease

its all what it is

as free as the breeze….

fuuuuuckkkk

the stresses have got so that

i can’t tell what stresses they are

no words I can attach to them

they’re just there, floating around my head

rock back and forth, that always soothes me

nope not today

nothing works.

 

Breathe. Fucking breathe

or maybe if I just….

put my head under the water

and fall asleep

and oops

all stresses are gone.

 

Restricted

by by these thoughts

conflicted

what’s real what’s not

 

hello?

Maybe if I just….

lost my trail of thought

hello?

Is there anybody in there?

I know this building (me)

is in the process of coming to pieces

I’m trying to rescue you

hello? Is anyone there?

I’m trying to get you out before the ruin

 

torch light shining on the walls

they’re damp

and stained with blood

the upper roof has crashed in

wont be long now

this building is collapsing

can’t get to the heart of it

that will have to wait till the pieces have been collected

after the fall

this is place is gonna be derelict

for a while

forever if forgotten.