Harry Atkinson

Get Ready, Go

Is it possible

That today I feel disgusting

But I also feel alive

What’s the matter

I still hear this silent chatter

The emotion on this platter

Placed in the latter

So tell me

What’s the matter?

 

A red light

That never gets to green

Stuck waiting

And waiting

And waiting

Walking is far fucking better

One foot in front of the other

You know

The aching heels of this so good congestion

Visionary of this near future

When the light turns green

And all of this solitude

Follows one another

Never really knowing