Four curved iron legs,a foam seat and a back rest keep it complete . I accept it isn’t anything unique i only want to ponder on its peak – the strength that wills this errorless control- inaction surely sloped into its soul; the way it stands defiant of all sound the way it keeps its sanctity of ground i fancy i am resting on a mound nourishing a whole civilisation underneath .
My technique is to grip one side real hard while sinking in the blessing of its lard (it’s mindy-vacumn drinks me in this way ) one hand i save to flag that emblem day when breaking thru what all i may regard i dare not stand in (what i know) my way .
When pillows of comfort become your enemy, Understand sorrow is going to be, Life will always check you, Life will always test you, It may try to know how patient or impatient you are, But all life’s long way you
The man pushes the other man in a wheelchair Down a dreary Salford road, avoiding kerbs, talking Always talking, talking of nothing, talking of everything, What it takes and never gives back. The load. With wheels of fire and halos