Untitled, 15th January 2015

Avalanche meetings,
Derivatives come to pass
And akin to those rolling stones
We change the bluff for stability,
Another hand to play,
Standing on the edge of dreams,
Wishing she could see more,
The little pieces of hearts
That focus in on those painful worries,
Beating and bruised,

But who gives a fuck
When getting stuck
Between the lines of anxiety
Balances the broadcast?

The new year with a little more
To give, and I have no repentance left
To coagulate the heart of gold,
Molten emotions, too brash and bold,
Stamped the nervous system,
Replacing beauty without the need
For anything new,
And I lied for you,
Lied to you,
Died in my head ten thousand times,
Better there than a shattered soul,

“To be on your own,
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown,
Like a rolling stone”*

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* Bob Dylan (1965) Like a Rolling Stone, New York: Columbia Records.

Poem © Phen Weston 2015

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