Thursday, January 2, 2014

Around Here, We Serve Beer - Not Purpose

Melancholy hip hop and swirling into a puddle.

This time of year pulls me apart.

All I want is to create and care for plants,

But instead I hold hands, scratch heads and try my best to make conversation.

I am not built for socialisation.

I am built for dirt and calloused hands from needle pricks.

For counter coffee stains and paperbacks,

Ink pens and staple guns and shovels.


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