Monday, 1 June 2020
Jo Three
What do you care,
the pull on my traces,
that makes me follow,
a song in blue trees,
thick lines on my face,
spun on the breeze,
if you can share,
at memory’s gate,
send me there,
in chains to the sea,
unlike your gaze,
that seeps electrically,
hard to know what's here,
when your voice is raised,
lips that snare,
down broken streets,
no one runs or hesitates,
from sugary treats,
you say I'm square,
if my tune’s so great,
why are you so unaware,
of passing days?
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