Leith O'Malley

No accent, no derelict, no language
Translating the voice of the birds.

You cut your lip
and your sentences short,
you jumbled the words
upon every verse.

Upon every verse
you drank each line,
and cursed each vowell
of the sobering kind

You messed with…

Twist the vowels and spit them out..

Paint on through spontaneity & laboured thought.
Paint on through ignorance & envy.

The somnambulist wore black
and swung in her shadow..

writing you from broken sleep
choosing fonts like wine

Save your breath for drowning men
and your lungs for laughter

Thoughts poured out
in measured concentration.
one shot burden
one shot elation

I’m taking notes and stealing moments
the precious time you give for free.
I’m living out this moments notice
for no one else but me.

Draw from the rich winding black ink road.
Draw from the dripping line of mistake.

Paint on through spontaneity & labored thought . Paint on through ignorance & envy. Paint on through music & silence..