profanity & vanity

Sometimes it’s quite sudden you do things, things happen like out of nowhere. World come down to a standstill. Not still quite, it’s rather a slow motion sort of thing. At a moment its just rain, wind and dust and the next moment it’s a splash of love and a gush of bloody warmth. Dust make up rather special visual effects than just come up and block my nose. All it needs may be a number flashing on my phone, a few words over line, a moment, a glance over those curved quirky eyes, or a smile off those specially carved lips. It gets all over me and all through me. All I want is to swim and fly, loosen up this weight.

A glassful of water spiced with clove A handful of rice, curry and lime Oh now that I’m full and full to go Gotta pack my go, gonna take a while A row of jeans, a row of shirts A pack of socks and wares and stuff A pair of phones, rock ‘n roll Held my blanket, folded square Rolled my bed, nice and small Turned that lights and turned those screens Set on foot, out on road Bag on back, door behind A step out there, a wave of hand A cat staring hard, a crow crying low Oh now I’m full and off away.