you are freefall among the pine needles
motes of dust and sunset pepper your face
we had found a box of matches
burnt every one within five minutes
gambled away our fingertips
on who could last the longest
if i could weigh this memory now
it would be wolves and yearning
a liquid mess seething through the forest
some jawline ruining my welcoming throat
a faint hum of confusion
There is so much life and rich soil in childhood Stu. This is edgy gothic stuff
And so imaginative.. dreamlike. Ray
this made me so happy martin because that is spot on
im in sale tuesday if you are there then next month headlining
This reads like a piece of your past here Stu. Not sure whether it is but it sounds very much like the sort of thing young lads would get up to during times of experimentation.
Nice one my friend
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Stu Buck
Mon 20th May 2019 23:09
cheers both, spot on as usual
reading this tomorrow night so we will see how it goes down