Brunch Cannon - Olympians

the clumsy poem you wrote about something you love

the list you made to better organise the things you left undone

directions to a soho eatery where you got too fucking drunk

the list of heartfelt gifts compiled on christmas eve

the ghosts of lines through items visible five pages underneath

bisecting and later confusing orders for a chinese meal

four chicken halls might be the start of a new masterpiece

find a melody and keep it in your head

buy a glockenspiel make music from your bed

scream your lungs to shards singing words your heart admits

are futile and will fail but we’ll make the worst of it

it’s cold outside, it’s raining there

stay inside, there’s nothing for you here