badland stars by Zac Fynn

Asleep across your backseat
I heave dry words and shed my jacket
I didn’t see the window break, I don’t feel the earth shake
Like i did when i would sing songs about the moon

I cannot swim, heavy in the lake
I am full of copper and longing

I have seen the future
Phoebe, they drain the lake
We are the only light left on in the house

Poet from London