pull

Pull
Long sigh put smoke in my I
so eye blinked tears down the blind-side of tomorrows
dreaming puddles of rubble
that rippled an ocean of troubles
pull
Ten thousand elastic waves
lung-sickness and stubble
carried my tesco shopping in the bags beneath my eyes
while gearboxes grind by my window
exhale
and rusted nails from yesterday
make mansions in my imagination
and I'm walking on the halos
of poets and idea benders
breathing all of my life
today