Uncle Lumps

Shall I plant myself

Even though I'm almost ready to fly?

Shall I cut the only shade

The thick Green tree gives?

I learnt it helps to know

This Odyssey is of trouble

And in mine, the air smells

Like a bar.
~

'Giving up' sways in the back 

Of the wild wilderbeast mind.
~

Uncle lumps makes his bed

In a grand coffin smelling of tea,

And you and I visit the pool

With acid on our toungue

As crows in the bright sky flies

Like shooting star

He was love sick. 

11 july 2019