I drag and drape
I am nowhere and in between
Weighted in zigzag streets and yesterday’s grime
In this city my own
Sheets cleaner than before
With lead lies, familiar static stride
I’ll catch my breath
And in dark orange corners
Pray that it’ll escape my lungs again;
S O O N.
I would gasp, then –
Violent and bitter lick
Sting behind half closed eyes
A wallop in my side
A needle with its burning build
You know the one
Scratch scratch scratch.
Thank YOU, and thank you all
For helping me out this way
Waiting watch less.
I think upon first light
The very same thought;
Who was it that said –
‘Nothing easy was ever much fun’
Do you think what they meant was –
To become complacent, darling, is to die..?
I’ve been thinking lately
about all the words choked up inside,
spilling out only in the quiet of night, under covers, beneath bellowing waves and in hidden corners.
I’m wondering what would happen if they were set free here, falling messily at your dinner table, our eyes locked in the
“I use my work to help people hear,
through work I get to enjoy being scientific and inventive, and through music I share the sounds I hope people hear. It’s my own little romance novel.”
It was a privilege to snap and chat with the wonderful Siobhan o’mcGinnity on juggling her passion for music with making a difference. Check out the full interview here ~ X