I was going to go to church
Instead I bought a pineapple
I closed my eyes on Saturday,
Woke up Monday midday.
My sleep was filled with pains,
Although awake, some of it remains,
My hands are scarred,
For I hit a wall so hard.
The blisters slowly grow,
For I didn’t want to let go.
My feet hanging off the edge,
For I was holding onto a bridge.
My lungs are dry and quail,
For I did wail.
Now I lay in silence,
Waiting for a friendly presence.
But the wooden door stays closed,
And only the outside light shows.
I cannot see any blue,
The winter azure has no hue.
Its vivid glow hurts my eyes
On this sad day of white skies.
THE GLASGOW 48 HOUR FILM PROJECT (2013)
Character: Frankie Lee, delivery boy/girl
Dialog: Try down it backwards