So close

that I could drown

in The Tamar in the attempt

in trying to reach

a buried deep home…

 

Too close the brightness of the day

that started out by hanging

on my doorstep

as the four in the morning Blues

threatened to send my over

active mind

into the screaming landscape

of anxiety filled possession.

 

The cold of autumn

on the empty dance floor of Lime Street

is briefly ignited by the warm

good morning greeting to stony Ken,