#165 - two poems - pinch yourself & they had to hide who I would be

15.6.20

165

study for ‘the Cretan liar’

pinch yourself

or

a place where nothing is true

you can hide there

everything’s believed

and no one is a liar

anything behind any door

the voices of course

under and over

all lines of night lost

trust myself to know

sirens in the hood

how can there be no soul?

and yet we know there’s not

selves kid them of course

other than antwise

clocksworth set on

skip smugness then

first sunlight catching

autumn yet

high in last leaves

you colour

in the music of truth

a swim up

it’s my own morning behind a door

a climb in the ivy till towers are tall

remember remembering sort of thing

go out with an intention

come in too

do you think there really is such a place

where everyone’s at home?

here’s a window where

blue the sky

tunefully

and little cloud

kind that follows

like a floating post-it

colour of a dream

gone true

they had to hide who I would be

for Jerusalem Waterfall

the ancestors, I mean

it wasn’t shame, but safety

come out in the open stream

float world where you will

and I, anonymous of God

stiff necked till the curse will come

make mongrel

play dead

roll over

any order you like

it was all for my own good