doolittle

doolittle

sometimes i need the comfort

of so many yesterdays

chords that can bright a monday

with time travel

abandoned to the scrawl

of strawberry scented smoke

strobe kissed and lost

curled up inside a speaker

the only home

that made sense back then

the solace of a baggy black woollen jumper

pulled tight over the knees

beer slicked boots

banging out time

teased free of my scooped

shadow burrow

by certain songs

for certain girls

for an uncertain heart