Bone and meat and frozen hands. these are the things that surround tonight.
a stone age cave with stone age man, wearing blankets to escape the dread.
i walked the miles and climbed the hills and saw the world outside.
whilst now inside i find myself curtained off and blue.
the lights are out and music plays, the orange flame has died.
so what news is brought, what events occur, aside a cycled thought of fun.
well none my friends, for day remains a quiet place of salvage
– such are Saturdays in this modern world.
with broken neck I axed a tree and placed it several times,
quarry dug and in mud i slid, the money of the farmers collected.
oh and dreams explored in morning light, such that memory forgets.
upon the cave wall in Lascaux, did i scribe my apparitions!
taylor swift did lie beside and talk to me of hiding,
her make up gone and she was born, a naked face was pleasing,
my father stopped a WW1 arrest as german soldiers came pounding
& civil war enactment brought distress without a gun
a horse requested, a chain was broke, a village unseen by death
i awoke to find that eight hours had passed and the star outside was shining.
& now i wonder how to conquer night, when all i know is frozen.
(c) Ed Simkins
~ today in the life of me.
