#894 - numb tips

 

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numb tips

 

wobbly at the gate of day

startled to start

aegis of own breath about

somewhat hobbled

shaken out of the stall

 

before I was known to the authorities

all sex, intrigue, brows too long

 

this was made of sunshine

so far in love as I’m concerned

 

things shadows of themselves

blue sky and breeze it too

a tickle

 

stretch to the ache and on

numb tips

 

I was in the box, judged harshly

before they broke me out

you should seen what I wrote on those walls

 

such a long indictment

bailed myself

 

had to make a list of ironies

why was I in the box?

and who had put me there?

 

there is an enemy

I know it isn’t me

 

we’re on a long long march

 

here like your parents

you can always find us

as if it were someone else’s world

 

so I have vanished from the past

 

in the dream gone still

nor ever sufficiently humble

 

you have to get on with things

 

I am still not arrived

so I must be on the way

 

‘thanks for having me’

I said

 

anyone would have done