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Attitude: rampant

We fell asleep beneath red leaves

And left the goats to ramble.

I dreamt of apple blossom,

You dreamt of apple crumble;

I type all this into my phone

And fruit becomes computer.

I filter my photography

To make my dog look cuter,

And all my friends are far away

Now they fit in my pocket;

And every thought’s a cliché now

So every second’s “fuck it”.

We fell asleep beneath bare branches,

Left the goats to ramble.

I touched my palm upon your chest

And felt your ribcage tremble.

I endeavour to express this

Like milk into a pail

But the sentiments turn sour

As in a fairytale.

The boys are crying wolf again

And everyone’s afraid;

The stars have fallen from the sky

But all is safe inside.

We fell asleep beneath the blossom,

Left the goats to wander.

I dreamt about a boat at sea,

You dreamt the squalls and thunder;

Washed up on dark desert sand,

We wake up in the future.

Emoting through emojis now,

We’ve kama for some sutra;

But the best of all our tools

Are blaming us for badness,

And all our fading danger signs

Are wearing thin of redness.

We fell asleep beneath ripe fruits

To caprine rumination.

I woke to find a note that said

You’d left for the train station.

You’re working in the city now;

You’re working for survival.

I’m living for the love of it,

Awaiting your arrival.

I’ll pluck the apples from this bough

When they are good and ready,

And we’ll have apple crumble then

If we’re still going steady.