honest endeavour

you're writing new music, or trying

recording just the air so far

the weight in the room 

you are praying for a sensation

for something real to come over you and to throw you back out into the ocean

so you are waiting, hunched before the toy piano

dreaming up a sequence

seeking to spill yourself

tipping forward, too keen
to glimpse the possible future 

broken pedals, a beloved (but not classic) drum machine

my mongrel guitars and I

attempting to fuse together a frail beauty

newly ancient (will not fly)

makes no sense (is probably wrong)

so you are waiting

in love

Post-Apocalyptic, Dystopian, Blah

fear no harm

I glimpsed the other side of the universe

saw you encased in gold

I can tell how great you'll be

sipping your tea 

beneath a blanket of stars

and surrounded by wolves of the royal pack

the newspaper lifts in the breeze

dampened in the rain

changing like a wing

I wish I was the sky