Wipe My Home

Wipe my eyes one last time, finally I am home. I have found a place to grow, a homestead for our seeds to sow. Staring at the space between my foot and shared space of flat; it 's homely, I 'll give you that. But there 's no garden on the fourth floor, no plants for me to adore. I could believe in innocence but you believe in your own fists, it 's a long, long winter for us to grow. I love you more than you could ever know.
Tonight I was heading home after what felt like so long, the heating is finally on and I 'm sweating like a dog. Just off the back of five in the morning, I love New Scotland when no-one is out and alive. Following my own animal tracks, it 's a short trek - there 's some anthesis in that. But God, do I feel so young when I 'm out and alone, convinced each rarely passing car is filled with bones. Well, I suppose sometimes I 'm foolishly tempting fate and the boys with the big egos. But neither matter in our place to grow, our little plot, home away from home. Now, however, the pitch black fog is set straight, laid flat against the walls …show more content…
Roast me! Boil me! Grill and flash-fry me! No need to tenderize my meat. Because it has already been tenderized by me. When I pinch my arm the rest gets jealous, so usually I promise myself some grievous bodily harm. You have got to treat yourself sometimes, I 'm warned. I wish I had some money to treat myself once in a while. If I had some money I would buy anything that would make you smile, I swear. Are we really living or just existing here? Up here the winter 's so much colder, makes my hands turn red. When I 'm shopping for one I wonder what it would be like living with you instead. How will I know it 's finally become real? Well, we will be swigging from the bottle watching the kelpies and seals. The only light is the bright, baby eyes of a boat at sea. Ten years down the line it would still be my favourite