Gist

It’s Friday,
get back!
Where you hiding all your nights?
Steeping in lonely,
where’s that?
I need some time to walk.
Funny how all that we make
blows out and breaks,
when I hold it sideways,
no sound, no change, no,
All the times I nearly wrote it down,
call me crazy, but maybe
it won’t go away?
Tell me five good reasons I’m still trying,
call my name, just say it,
so I don’t go insane.
Time came,
it was too much!
We’re just pulling out my wine,
keep going over
the fifth touch,
it took us time to talk.
When I fell out the crate,
span round, made face,
fell asleep on the train,
went out and went AWOL.
‘Let it out, let it out’ -
I need some time to ruminate here,
‘spit it out, spit it out’,
I don’t know how to explain it.