“Faire Les Vesselles”

I was washing the plates In a state of meditation Je faisais les vesselles Dans un état de méditation My hands ache Consciously and subconsciously gripping Shake me down And wear And feel cold The leaves change But how things and mes affaires seem so small Anointed in Vicks Vapor rub At three in the AM Pushed off, my work Pushed it right off All life is re-arranging Care for me, me Staying in on a sunday Staying sane on a sunday Remember, you have a band-aid In your backpack should you need it Remember that Remember that Mum is just a phone call away Flip through that Atlas Find where you need to be Then forget about that Be where you are Kian Blewett


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