Living off the landbuilt by another’s handstill we take no standfor why should we? Taking what we needfor one day we’ll leaveno one lives foreverso why should we bother? When we diedo we walk onor do we sink foreverand leave the world behind? Dining on the breadbaked by those long deadwe can’t speak with theContinue reading “Why Should We Bother?”
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This Is Who I Am
I’m aware of my failures,I’m wary of neighbours,I fret and I feastin the face of faux dangers. I listen to strangers,their ignorant flavours,a fools’ witless buffetto feed my displeasure. I’m hurt beyond measureentangled in heatherthat brushes the hillsof childhood oppression. I listen to strangersdespite my intentions,hearing them singthe ballads of depression. I’m aware of myContinue reading “This Is Who I Am”
These Streets
I will one day forgetthe shapes of these streets,the tarmac forever incomplete,the cracked pavement under my feet,the misery in every face I greet. I will one day forgivethe complacency and hatedribbled from bruised lips,wept from weary eyes,plucked from pools of sick. I will one day forgetthe friends who fed me to lions,who stabbed me inContinue reading “These Streets”
Davey Cobb 