The day was all hollowed out;
a cadaver
slacked from unpumped blood
waiting for worms.
.
Was there only one
Lazarus?
.
I am shrouded
in ordinary.
this fragile tent
a blog about small beautiful things
The day was all hollowed out;
a cadaver
slacked from unpumped blood
waiting for worms.
.
Was there only one
Lazarus?
.
I am shrouded
in ordinary.
this fragile tent 
I’m shrouded in beige
attire
Of St Michael’s
Patron saint
Of my
Mediocre life
X
similar day to me then huh?
Not specifically today. Just how I view my life…
No more gigs
No more climbing holidays
Just trying
And failing
To be better
Then it must be time
For you and me
To climb a mossy stack
And on a convenient half way ledge
To haul up some guitars
And a marshall cab
To make
Some music
Whilst forever giving up
On being better
I’m trying to get better
At not trying to be better
I need more practice
To resist the pressures
That push against
Me
I suppose that resisting pressure
Is practice enough.
But either way
May your day
Be blessed