A Poem About The River Thames
Forever Searching I don't understand what compels me, I'm the rivers understudy, a vagrant smeared on the brushstroke of a broken canvas, charcoal grey skies Why am I alive? there's nothing less extravagant than a clothes button washed up upon the shore, oh what a bore, the Tesla’s where it’s at, high octane shit but I don't care for it, I prefer the river to sail, the beauty of a hand-forged nail completes the thief inside, I'd steal a heart for you to stay alive dying on the vine, to keep you by my side you don’t know what it means to me when you leave something for free from the passing seas these gifts from the Thames oh how I cherish them
