Capsule #4. To And From Food

Daniel Thomas Williams @danielthomaswilliams

Painted in the brassy light

Of nostalgia it doesn’t seem so bad

Crawling from beds in shattered rooms

The cold seeps in under the window

Where the socks stuffed by tenants past

Let the draft in

Leftover toilet rolls, empties in the shower

Coexisting with the fermenting timber

A gentleman’s race with the natural decay

Layers of ill repair

Shoes soaked through

Worn and wearing coats

Secondhand, in the winter of their lives

Past their prime, they shelter us in ours

Spilling through cracks  

Hidden joys and temporary relief 

From a dull undercurrent of unspoken weight

Unwittingly fostered 

The six golden keys to the veil

An energy seemingly limitless for

Wagers on tomorrow’s state

Gambling with circumstance

Consequences evaded with a challenged grace   

Faces pressed against the glass

Until it all dissolves away

And we are taken together by the hum

To a place comfortably devoid of meaning

Suspended in our own silly ecstasy 

Burning the candles

We are not the flame 

But the untamed flickers of

The Psychedelic Mating Dance

Wild eyes round table tops sticky

Stairways and ashtrays

Rooftops and broken couches

Alleyways of the mind

The uninhibited inhabited

Rolling rocks down rabbit holes  

We gather the moss, we live on it

The world outside the window

Freezes to a halt

While indoors

Tucked together under blankets

We tell each other we’re in love just to see our breath