4.2.20
35
two poems
a quiet
life and briefly
come along with me
upward of some number lived
and fenced from
numberless as
come along
to where the names are known
tell tides come for
go in fear of
thrown together till
these arts for my eternity
inch along under
someone is singing under this heart
no one sees in
but here’s the key
I’m waking the picture again
there is no view from there
go down in the truth
where so often lost
it’s meal to meal
and make a lovely allegory
come along with me
to the somewhere past smoke
under the weight of all opinion
and how are these moments for you?
it’s better not to judge
passing
from this world to nowhere
cough quieted
aches down
as if travelling with this little kit
and bring a better place along
say ‘faith’ – keep that
lost to the dream
what I’ll do next
and who I’ll be
having lived in the fires so long
how could I go out?
again the weather
predicting me
drift to the deeps where drowning
‘if there’s a product you can’t see’
the flash of all before is
moment for its own unending
and here’s anathema for fact
they say… joy of it
knowing the damage already done
upload, download, I’m not sure
last limbs of mine hug close
what’s not required on the voyage –
that will be you and me
again the weather
predicting me
what I’ll do next
and who I’ll be
flash of all before is
moment for its own unending
No comments:
Post a Comment
Note: only a member of this blog may post a comment.