Roll and Rock

A spectrum of memories // etched in // directing Synaptic obscenities // fetching regrets // Count those dour mental entities // concepts like insects // Innumerable enemies // wielding their sketches Of interlacing, undulating, thoughts I’d never saught to see again It’s raining, awful tortured claws of water dripping down my neck Engaging like the famous horsemen four of the apocalypse A brainwave tells me faught or flew is not an option, it’s past tense And it’s passed any means of remedy - my enemy’s my friend And it’s last orders on the corner where I’m standing with a ten And if I bought at four I might, instead I waited ‘til seven I test the borders and the corners of the realm of temptation Daily thoughts of pickin’ up… …When all the pieces come unstuck And I thank that’s It’s a familiar pattern I piece it back together, crumb by speck by dotted flame, refuelled lighters on the bristle of tobacco peering from its paper nesting, used now to light a subtle torch, the lightbulb in my head, a spotlight thats located a second answer - And I thank that it’s a familiar pattern As I know how to piece it back together. Tomorrow, do the same thing again, But tonight, a glass of water then bed Dreaming of keeping the faith Dreaming always http://samnicholasharrison.tumblr.com/