Shaken a Hand

Connections get you doing
sick feeling,
like fucked on a job,
matters worse it takes years to get away.

The cork wont pop
like a famine,
you’ll drink to ease the strange.

Weaker than water
you’ll freeze,
hands drawn like flowers
ready to elude.
Seems chance has brought you
right to the opening.

So drink up son
its your first day,
like any other of these days
its for the best, for now.
Keep a slight work on your brow
and don’t tease her
for now.


Author: leeethomas

Visual Artist, musician and writer from Australia. Interested in Love and the Mind.

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