my fingers tap tap tap
keys, matches and covers
through the window
sun passes me by
never landing
the kids are out
their games are never over
they rub the earth with laughter
while this sickness traps
i see i write i
tap tap tap
my play is imaginary
their laughter
buzz kill
an alarm
to go all the way
live the sickness
this ticket
to wellness
and rivers of coffee
from this good old ticker
keys, matches and covers
tap tap tap
knowing i am whole
is heavy
on the heart
where through us
light falls apart
keys, matches and covers
through the window
sun passes me by
never landing
the kids are out
their games are never over
they rub the earth with laughter
while this sickness traps
i see i write i
tap tap tap
my play is imaginary
their laughter
buzz kill
an alarm
to go all the way
live the sickness
this ticket
to wellness
and rivers of coffee
from this good old ticker
keys, matches and covers
tap tap tap
knowing i am whole
is heavy
on the heart
where through us
light falls apart
Labels: alarming truthness, artform, Dear Charlie, folk
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