leezer
06/10/08, 12:03 PM
Sunrise on the veranda, smothered in an oaky glaze,
tyre tracks on the sand, random circles, mapping the land.
What's all this for if it's all for nothing,
sand dunes mount on our backs as we lie down,
an unwanted crown of pessimism,
kings contemplating olive skin turning to winter blossom.
We take what we can get while we get it,
throw the bookies docket down and lay off a four to one.
Better odds conceeded, while the birds retreated
leaving the best for last.
Rays through the blinds, bleeding the light over everything.
Old bound books littered the shelf, an old man sits in the corner,
looking out, finding it hard but worthy to strain his neck, he looks at the sky,
pondering at the days he let pass him by.
tyre tracks on the sand, random circles, mapping the land.
What's all this for if it's all for nothing,
sand dunes mount on our backs as we lie down,
an unwanted crown of pessimism,
kings contemplating olive skin turning to winter blossom.
We take what we can get while we get it,
throw the bookies docket down and lay off a four to one.
Better odds conceeded, while the birds retreated
leaving the best for last.
Rays through the blinds, bleeding the light over everything.
Old bound books littered the shelf, an old man sits in the corner,
looking out, finding it hard but worthy to strain his neck, he looks at the sky,
pondering at the days he let pass him by.