"All that I want is for his head to be brought
before you on a plate".
Nigel looked at that letter and then he said:
"I can't tell the future from the rain that is coming down
around us like a whip...but despair would look good on her".
(I don't think he really knew you)
But I did, and I agree with his glib remarks.
When he talks like that he sounds
like a patriarch or a chartered accountant.
His words keep churning
around in my head. I can't
get them out.
***
And I don't know where you were tonight, but there is blood on your spectacles...
Yorkshire songwriter and guitarist Kindelan explores life's in-between moments on a debut EP of soulful and sweet jazz. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 1, 2023