racket

and your words chased round and round in my head

last night

they chased their own tails

and your words jigged round my mind all night

to look at me now

i'm quiet as sand

and the tide shrinks back into its womb

and i hope the empty shells and bones of your stories

will return and clutter the shore

and i hope that when i find them

i'll remember how they danced

and the racket they made

when they were alive

 

King Creosote

"and the racket they made" - Bombshell

Done