John - where dullness is pointed. (emptyjohn) wrote in scabapples,
John - where dullness is pointed.

Snug dawn’s all shivered cotton shroud
The morning cool air, a void of blue
That stretched from footstep to cloud
A black cat crept softly sunlit into view

The signs all got mixed up
All beaten into a Morse stutter
Golden lovesongs scrambled into pitch
Scared I misread every note

A ragged sea beneath a yawning sky
Swarming chessboard shadow checked
The swaying lullaby of counterpane tides
Woke assured and surely shipwrecked

I’m being swept away
Being taken piece by piece
Point at the stick, baby,
A cudgel song to smash me in
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