hammersmith

no.
not the smithy if that's what ur thinking.

the only difference between the sound and the ring is a pin.
don't lose the pin though.

shaking my shoulders to the echoes of his trembling,
remembering the stroll by the sea.

the dead cat is vivid in sight and smell.
yet so is the far off sands of the island.
seeing far off tankers while saying things unheard,
tarpaulin sheets is the only thing separating us from the bottom of the pan.

listen to yourself.
that's what the kid long ago would have wanted.
what we would all have all wanted.

chuck the awkwardness.
it never was our jesus.
no lord no.




well..
i did tell you i'll always be here love.
i'm here. =)