Where do you keep a boy so gentle,
He might break up and float away?
Somewhere safe away from the starlight.
Somewhere out of harm’s way.
Where do you keep a girl so afraid,
Her heart might collapse any day?
Keep her distracted with trivial things
And always having her way.
Take him, take her, in your pocket,
Lock it and throw the key away.
The source of all sadness distantly beats.
Waves of sadness plow through the streets,
Massive and bearing down on their mark,
Tearing through bus stop and building and park.
Under pressure of enormity,
Time grows long and my identity,
Erodes in the minds of the ones I recall,
Leaving me tender and sobbing and small.
Standing in market or courtyard or park,
Slowly relieved so slowly I start.
The source of all sadness has ungripped my heart.
Cows in the corner curled up like a turd,
Piss and shit and vomit he is.
Clutches at limbs, this way and that,
Hairy and greasey and selfish and fat.
Leaves burning marks and searing pains,
Where ever he clutches her.
Locks all the doors and kills her, as good,
By loving her utterly, as he should.
Past this window, traffic coming,
Sun lit dirty pane, computer humming.
It will all be here after I die.
See these people, busy working,
Talking, walking and conversing.
They will forget me after I die.
Dust motes settle on the floor,
Curtains move gently beside the door.
When I leave it the world will cry,
But the ripples I cause will settle and die,
And loved ones I know will somehow get by.
Show me colours
Give me summer,
All you’ve got.
Strolling smiling warm and thinking greenhouse glass is hot and tinkly summer smells of soil stinking happiness is outside winking beckoning with hither thighs.
Laughs inside and sighs.
Shares it with the world.
She inquired, “How’ve you been?”
And slowly I replied,
“Alright,” and sighed and turned away
For saying so, I lied.
How can I be happy,
Holding memories so tender wise
And being separated from her
Watching us lead separate lives?
Stands a boy atop a cliff,
This message he sets free.
“I love you love you love you
And I know that you love me.“
Comes his echo quickly back
And fills his heart with glee.
He continues for a time,
Until a pause
Sets him free.
Clinging to a cliff side aerie,
Falling not but very nearly,
Clears his throat and sings out clearly,
“Presently if you can hear me,
Save me for I love life dearly!“
Comes back silence, very eerie.
Peaceful now and without fear he
Lies now where we visit yearly.
Talk with me a while, love.
I miss your warm and tender smile.
Groans and grinds and moans and whines and speeds right past the God damned stop.
Thanks a lot.
Oh heavenly hand
I must protest!
Release my heart,
Depart my chest!
Sweaty chocolate down her drips
From her bosom to her hips.
After days the cream turns sour.
Reach inside and taste her power.
Too long I’ve layered brick on brick
And built a house in which to sit
And put the strongest into it:
People that I adore.
My house could weather any storm
And though my roof was holed and worn,
My fireplace was always warm,
And open was my door.
I was as far as I could see
Doing rather capably
Until one day a storm did free
Me from my set of walls.
Now in this dark and quiet street,
It’s time I curled up at His feet,
Apologised for my conceit,
And cried some more.
I say “Love me!” and “Look at me shine!”
But to whom do I speak and for whom do I pine?
Is it really another I wish to call brother
Or is this other a lover?
We wander through life from face to wan face,
The plainer the better to serve as a place
On which to project our most perfect ideal.
Treacherous habit, self-inflicted ordeal.
When the time has come
To step over the mark
And my body is cold
And my future is dark,
I want you along
To show me the way,
To stay and be strong
And make sure I don’t stray.
To be sure I don’t fall
Into her sway,
I want you to stall
Should I move her way;
To be sure I’m not lost
To my most basic form;
To be sure I’m not tossed
Overboard in the storm.
Please tell me when next you are able
To sit with just me ’round a table
And talk about things
That pull our heart strings
And the ways in which we’re unstable.
Lunch with Rebecca
The seagulls listen to us
But don’t understand