Group of poems I'm working on; my surreal inclination is fulfilled. I like to open my mind to the words and the poem shapes itself.
As I eat into my endless summer sloth
My fragility bends.
I seek out new life and civilisation
Without the trek.
I sweep up all the calls
Of each rainswept fox and
I feel around the edges of your shadow
And I am happy at
Your inability to take a fresh step backwards.
I plan to charge on ahead
Until I wait for myself to babble and
Talk myself out of my own future.
Innanely I strive to swim away, and wilt.