Capture the Barcode
i could not fashion weapons
or useful swords
as i made rope baskets
from electric cords
i could not dream up
fresh deserts
in the molten factory
of more disparate work
sing me a lullaby
sing me a lullaby
in a pungent and sweet sounding voice
capture the barcode
on my more fractured dreams
the ones where
there is a metallic sound
to those heavy pounding screams
i always plummet to fashionable lows
a catwalk of trauma and i am on show
sing me a lullaby
one that i do know
James Garratt – Sunday 18th April 2021
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Capture the Barcode – Written Sunday 18th April 2021 (Aged 46)
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