John Keyes

The the the, the the the, the the-the, the, the
Drumming drumming drumming yeah
With giant hands like oak tree branches
Pounding the roof with bored puzzled glances

15:45

Something I regularly say, but in some cases I don’t regularly heed:

Doing is better than saying.

One of the cases where I don’t heed it is seeing friends and family. I become self-absored in my own immediate family (in many cases rightly so), and “doing” becomes “I must do…”.

I did something about it recently, and made phone calls to all of my siblings. A two minute phone call is better than a three second “I must do”.

Shadows cast bye the forgotten
Mildew mold and somethings rotten
Butt with one switch more no shun
Discovered and touched illumination

Drip drip drip drip
A flow constrainted by tension
Twist shift clip grip
Restored to new found pace

21:39

Fear, the driving force, gives directions to destinations for reasons unknown. Why does it do this to me? Why does it send me here?

I know it’s temporary, but the weight is enormous. Pushing my heart South, until it’s quivering beneath my sole. The skull, the guardian of my thoughts, can no longer contain them, as they intermittently discharge at alarming velocity. Circuits cut, shortcuts taken, and like a game of chinese whispers the meaning inevitably lost.

As the system returns to normal, and all organs recommence their jobs in an orderly fashion, the niggling remnants still knaw at the soul.

Straight as Ann Arrow
Loins flew by Crow
Shortest pint from A to B
Careful now avoid the Three

Nights fighting snails
Read for all the fails
Jellyfish of nine tales
Falling through holey grails