Pouring thoughts

I recently took a trip back to England. There’s a comfort in the company of certain humans that I struggle to find with consistency in my Australia-home … but which flows quite readily with particular people in the UK. After spending some time with one girlfriend, these words left my brain and landed on the page.

Pouring thoughts

Sharing beverages warm

Pouring thoughts from our head

We sit

And flit

From topic to topic

Covering oceans and tropics

With strings of words that would wrap the world ten times over

We casanova

From subject to subject

Like Spaghetti Junction

we just function

Our only consumption

Being beverages warm

Sustaining swarms

of words

Like herds

unheard

Like flocks

unlocked

Like murders

un-pertur-bed

We can talk and talk and talk

all day

No hay

made here

No content

is feared

There is nothing

you or I,

I or you,

could not say

To each other

like the opposite of brothers

Something bound us long ago

We’ll never know

What, why, where or when

But then

We don’t need

To feed

on these facts,

our job is just to relax

And share beverages warm

Pouring thoughts from our head

We tea stain each other

like the opposite of brothers

Connected by wool, or thread, or spit

we sit

And share beverages warm

Pouring thoughts from our head

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