ourmarbles

There’s a short circuit

Of this brain extract

Don’t fight colour

Or break those fists

On the hard white walls
I took your nerves out
of your cracked skull

They looked like marbles

Pale and candy insides
I threw them to the roadside

That click that brakes in you
It brakes in me too
So let it rupture coloured creed
Let us climb these trees

and run from time
hand in hand, foot by foot