Aeschylus on the Rebound
Speak to yourself
See the visions of your silence
Trust the voice
That listens to you
Ache, air, wind and remorse
There are no drugs for the mind
No drugs for the mind
The mind is free
Give it the day’s crust
Before the emptiness drowns out
Nearby
Look to the random
British poets from the 80s
Alan Jackson Jay
Ramsay Lotte
Moos
I can hear the Angels burning
Will no one help
The widow’s son?
Vexed to nightmare
I cannot stifle excess tears
From false emotion
Cannot meet pain with pain
Distracted, vulnerable
Ready to go
A good read Peter, I especially like this part:
There are no drugs for the mind
No drugs for the mind
The mind is free
Give it the day’s crust
Before the emptiness drowns out
Les