Sleepless.
Storey Art.
28/10/22
Sleepless.
The king had to attend a ceremony. We were all up the park. We brought our smokes along and we listened… We cast our hearts upon a wish. “I’m wishful!” We hurled through the night. We are hurtful lovers, we all dream in petals.
He said theres a path I cant see. There was nothing but volatile domestic abuse. Man fell… Those were his first words. “In sleeping words. I echo. Sleepless.” People dressed. Those cut their hair, and some found. There was a crackle…
A friend of mine spoke. And he said were waking. Lets party in the supermarket. Were wishful my friend, nothing but fools. “This lifes too beautiful to last he said as he perched onto the bench. He said “Have you heard about the sick atrocity there was a serial killer and its fucked up man…” I said “No.”
There was music across the river… A group of people were shouting. “I watched you burn.” “I can't tell you what to do.” I perked my nose up to the sound of it all and my friend said “stay away.”, “With this king in place.” he roared he said “Were all fucked… Listen! You could be fined for missing an appointment. It’s sick and I wonder if it could be olanzapine again… I was lost. Kidnapped. Taken away. Going up the ranks.”... “Fuck.”
Were waiting for the appeal. And its a harsh one to say… These walls, they cant contain us.
“Sleepless.”
“The king.”
“You said you’d stay and clean.”
“The same mistakes are waiting.”
“Do you think about the end?”
“Sleepless.”
Arran Storey.
Digital Photograph.
6 x 4
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