I wish to fill a gap.
A large gap that was gaping, openly seeping with pus.
A gaping gap – funny that I never thought the word ‘gap’ came from that…
Gee whizz, look at the time!
I have all of the things on my mind,
To find what is not yet lost,
but ultimately worth looking for.
To explore my world and what sits within my quiet;
Light a cigarette and a thought…
I wonder, am I a decent person?!
Am I a “good sort…?”
Do I give change to those on the street…?
Depends if i can get a long black with one sugar…
Does that make me an arsehole?
Yes, that’s why I give the change.
There’s that gaping gap, you see,
Fill it with things, materistically,
Buy all of the stuff – shit you don’t even need,
That’ll separate you from me!
The gaping gap, the large divide,
Kept nice and tidy over here on this side.
Stride reflected on tinted dressed windows,
Wind blows hair into glasses and passes past pawpaw lips,
Sips the single sugared long black,
Phones goes back into the back pocket and off we go!
Continuing into the wind and into the street.
Look down at my feet and see vivid upon cardboard…
Words like ‘Homeless’,
I was still on the same side as He on the street…
MY side of the street,
That was kept swept, tidy and clean.
It would be mean of I to just walk by…
To keep smoking my cigarette, handbag swaying by my side.
Make up can hide the depravity of sleep,
Caffeine can un-slur sentences unsteady,
But what can sugar coat lost empathy…?
I wish to fill a gap in my conscience.
A place void of feeling, of shuffling nonsense.
To love and to listen, to look and to give,
To hold onto and remember, to cherish and live
Without images of regret…
Forget yourself for a minute!
Let go of the madness.
Get amongst nature, be happy, be glad this day and everything in it
is in place and exists…
Lift my hand from my pocket and sprinkle the beanie with coins,
Join those crossing diagonally on the green man,
shift my phone from my hand to my handbag by my V can,
Check my appearance in the automatic doors,
to Level 8 Thanks.