Golden Ceiling Poem by Timmy Curran

A lovely little view
from the other side
of the pine
Long holding views
leaping from
slurred to fine
They should add
another body
More hands for
more mouths
Waiting for so long,
wrote it down
in the format of a song
Eye contact could mean
answers are coming
No question worth asking
when there's sand
down the gullet
Things don't properly
tweak, a strongness
for bitter, been itching
for weeks
Take a seat, take a seat
cool, soothing street
put up feet, lay back head
golden feeling, golden ceiling