Daggy Man On Time
Oh, won't you come
Bring a note, take a seat, give a gift of the weather
Inviting one
Full of hope, will it be? Is it me? For forever?
Save for the heat
Smooth as silk, soft as milk, fresh and bright, crisp and clever
Favour the sun
Hello you, is it true? How are you? Are you better?
Pregnant with plan (Are you better?)
Gift me a can-do (Are you better?)
Never spare a metre square
Crowded like a supermarket
It remarks of nothing there
To be free of, mad and barking
You fall into despair
Of nothing there
Bloated and thin
Gaunt and bone, stomach groan, hunger owned, empty sweater
Exsiccate skin
Brittle nail, sallow pale, vein and veil, fleshy leather
Temperature grief
Lacking heat, ten degrees, acquiesce, scribble letter
Pressure relief
Jump ahead, meat and eggs, maybe then make it better
Dizzy confused (Make it better)
Blood pressure blues (Make it better)
You slip into present tense
Wash away a day that's leaving
And then to, "Remember when?"
"A day was had that left me grieving."
Then slipped into not there
