**apologies for the static in the beginning stanza, new recordings coming soon**

even though you wont understand
          ( i cannot believe i have let myself open up again to feel this vulnerable )


it reverberates back
flips flashes and clicks backwards
and as each shutter softens
it affects the masses

it affects me

when you are on the outskirts of the after effects
only tipply top tailing around the rubble of the aftermath
              ( like you’re just skipping across stepping stones )

picturesque
capturing me
like an innocent little bird
or an all consuming tornado 
              ( which one’s real and which one’s insane though? )

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when you drop a penny into a puddle
all the water moves

circles upon circles
rings 
       upon
             rings     
                 upon 
                      rings
                          upon
                                rungs 
     surround it

one singular penny 
priceless 
replaceable
collectable 
incomprehensible 

lies
i’m hurting because it’s not real?
you whisper it’s real but it’s not
it’s an inevitable domino effect
                                                                                                                                                                             
and it’s going to happen again      ( i love you )
and again                                     ( i love you ) 
and again                                      ( i love you )   

till the rings forming around the penny turn stagnant
disappear 
and the water falls still 
ready and waiting for another penny to drop

with the sound of a camera clicker
an aeroplane 
or innocent kisses on napes of their necks

and it’s going to be documented in it’s whole sexualised glory



you open up the door to the dark room
and it’s going to crush me
but i’m still rusting in the water
still going to be there in the back of your mind
missing you
and i taste like burning sunlight

even though you won't understand

swaying in a hollowed out bus 
theres a painted silver lady dancing 
pouring spirits and off brand coke into plastic cups
the thin kind that bend inwards with a squeeze
strangers giggling melting smiles with ease

a concoction brews of love and beer
eyes pave bonds without stranger fear

theres an unspoken glossy eyed connection 
a warmth without the need for a touch 
and as a man sits down on a worn out stool next to the worn out piano 
squeezed into the gaps of the hollowed out bus

theres silence

he then presses the pads and they heat up in the moonlight
familiar songs  
set a memorable highlight

still,
in the beginning 
im sat there
noticing the seats surrounding are made of that vinyl 
the scritchy kind that make that fizzy sound 
when you drag your finger nails across it

my eyes are glossing over
and in an attempt to stop my house of cards from caving in

i look up 

skin is faded and stained thin
capped off scraps dangle from thes soles of wornout shoes
wine stained teeth still blind with shine in the gaps of grins
warmth is bustled up in envelopes
with the flaps sealed tightly in
souls dance through familiarity 
knuckles glow numb with the worn out breeze 
it flits through the bits of the buses broken windows
brown rum burns our throats with bliss and ease

so I’m sitting there
singing christmas songs with strangers in the middle of august
someones just found a cheap guitar that’s missing a string
and all I can do is chin up, smile and sing

because all of a sudden I get this overwhelming feeling that there’s a warmth in not knowing
in just going with the fluctuations of it

because we all know what ‘it’ is
we all hold it there
in the deep dark pits of our heads
artists together
living on the need to please

but right here right now 

i’m just holding out for ease

ease

i took up yoga and all i got was this lousy t-shirt
by CASSIE KIT
bit.ly/itookupyogakt

- my original poems, graphics, songs, short stories and some covers

covers marked with *asterisk* - others all original

ease

『cassie』

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