Somewhere I Started Counting
Somewhere where nothing is more happening,
I feel the vodka roar, more than wine,
where I don't care anymore inside,
so we buy another bottle at the corner shop,
to empty at the busstop, too stirring but
better spirited than nothing more happening
no more, or just will never be again.
I hold out a match next to my bonfire
and somewhere I start counting,
I started counting long ago without knowing,
knowing nothing more could happen
if I shouldn't sell my house to the lady
who won the lottery, and as the birds
stopped singing along the old coastline,
I drank to that too, since it was my father
who told me to do nothing more
than to celebrate a lot, to buy something
precious of your first pay check
and now I don't care no more, I'm out
of the old world of the well-suited,
the strong deals, the better coffee machines,
because that's just a somewhere
where no more will happen.
You let the people walk right through us
while I felt the tie, in the white bedroom,
beside a roaring sea. I still know you
are around, around the corner,
while I am on deck and you shake your head
like I knew you would, and nothing
will happen never more
for I don't care anymore, inside.
Copyright © Kate Copeland | Year Posted 2021
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