Turning up in circles
watching thoughts drift
playing with my fingers
feeling echoes vibrate through.
If a body
catch a body
comin’ through the rye,
what would he be?
Lunatics ravin’ in my head,
monsters playin’ underneath my bed,
shed my cool exterior.
If a body
meet a body
comin’ through the rye,
where would she see?
Pull my body
round the bend
up ahead – the road
stuff it in a hedge.
Forgotten and recollected
reiterate the facts;
feel through the ocean
as through your room.
Step out of this world
let your mind float away
from these earthly tethers.
Cull those bothers now.