Dread & Butter

I undress all common sense Place a battery on my tongue Try and recall all of the feelings I know Plunge an anchor to a thought Harbour all elated joy Drift weightlessly in and out of the void And I cuddle velvet wrapped memories of childhood Sorbolene, bracken & conkers soaking in vinegar Death do us part And churn my head into butter Cannon ball into the calm Waiver all lingering doubt Feel the sun hit on the roof of my mouth Do you think that when you die You get a list of what you've done? So you can watch yourself back, growing up And I cuddle velvet wrapped memories of childhood Sorbolene, bracken & conkers soaking in vinegar Death do us part And churn my head into butter