All conditions have exceptions

Sep 17, 2025

I’m sorry, goodbye

to the turf too tough

to drink.

Farewell to the history

of curious dictatorships

beside the kitchen sink.

I drag my sock across

the tiled floor.

The sky is coloured wet,

the air smells of numbers

feeling their way

anxiously into tomorrow.

This is the moment

we become something

worth talking about,

if, unless, until.