stonebear

met a stonebear on the platform put me in your pocket boy and call me lucky six hundred nights i slept to bring me wisdom count the crows and hear their cries wheeling above white towers drowned by the sun


put me in your pocket boy and call me crimson take me further down the line to pirouette on tarmac shattered wrist and elbow we have seen the future under blue light shaped like silence blood red dreams of children


put me in your pocket boy and call me three times bring me a whiskey prophet to bless the waters find me a flame haired girl to heal my heaven send me tattered melodies to sing the seashore down


met a stonebear on the platform put me in your pocket boy and call me broken


Russell J Turner – April 2012