Gold bitch everlasting peace
Words come down see itself and began
to come again and again. Blow me
Blow me
back against the wall begging for relief.
Come down slowly in my arms and
swallow me whole. This snake is heading
This snake is heading
for its hole in the ground.
Bring me back and get some sleep. Begin again
Another cold week my soul eating
from a bowl in the cold. Weather down in the
heather with the birds and insects crawling
down my shirt and trousers, army issue sunglasses.
Dog tag dangling, Now
Peace.
Gold bitch everlasting peace.
Gold bitch everlasting peace.
Gold bitch everlasting peace.
by Andrew Watkins