My Meditations

My Meditations

New incarnations of old situations.

The same, but, entertained in the hope of a greater sensation, than before. 

Sat in stations, waiting.

Understand, don’t overthink. 

Impatience.

Be patient.

This could be the greatest harvest in ages,

But make no mistake, your teen age is endangered.

Wrapped in the arms of my plaything.

Strapped in the same mind.

This dead town, you’re dead right

This place got me tarnished, painted

Tarred with the same brush as the pavements

Layers.

The new incarnation,

Could do this,

Just do it,

I’ve done it for ages.

No It’s not just a phase kid,

Like when I pierced both your earlobes with needles from Sainsbury’s.

It’s dead quiet

Your dead life

There’s no signs

Just twists in the lanes like, this lane life,

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This lay by

that roadkill

Is so still

In lowlight

I drive in the night time 

with no skill

And wait on my hook up

Alone in this world with no people,

Around me, to look up, or look out

Where are you now?

And where do we come from?

And where do we go now?

Fresh laid tarmac, on post war pavements.

Back when we covered all bases by never discussing the basics. 

It’s that basic. 

Driving until daylight breaks our meditations. 

Don’t forget your medication.

Dinner in the night, breakfast in the evening.

We just didn’t land in a place to believe in.

We pursue passions that our parents don’t believe in.

We listen to your brother’s stories but we don’t believe him.

My Meditations

New incarnations of old situations.

The same, but, entertained in the hope of a greater sensation, than before.