Arthur and Francis were deep in conversation as George dumped the shopping onto the counter. Arthur paused to observe his son for a few seconds, then said, 'You alright George?'
Leave the unfathomable forest Enter the wonderful wood Relinquish yourself to her sylvary womb Feel at home in the earth of her hood Allow all your sap to rise freely
A place of ends, of groans and slopes Of pills in little envelopes A TV blares at mismatched chairs A room of wishy washy stares If they only knew how much they'd paid