A stake through the heart of heaven in a broken patched up sky
debris like jewels six seven
and a dream that doesn’t die
a window of nostalgia an homage to the blues
and Dylan in a profile smoking weed that’s hardly news
but I’d trade my own dysphoria for nostalgia any day
“and I’d trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday”
with apologies to Kristofferson but Kris would understand how we’re all just making music and the enemy’s the bland
so we paint in vibrant colour terracotta and the blue
of a broken patched up heaven and a dream that’s always new.  



by Richard Ball