Sometimes I feel you breathing in
but I’m away again when you
breathe out
That mountain light is darker yellow
than it should be
The price tag on the painting is
pretending it’s the moon
but it’s not
there’s no moon out tonight
Sometimes I feel you breathing in
but I’m away again when you
breathe out
That mountain light is darker yellow
than it should be
The price tag on the painting is
pretending it’s the moon
but it’s not
there’s no moon out tonight
Had a dream I was out walking in deep dust.
I found a lion that had been killed by arrows.
They covered his head and one was in his mouth.
His face was fierce — he’d tried to fight.
I wore him like a coat and took him to the river.
I tried to make him swim — tried to animate, revive him.
He only floated, downstream, away.
I wanted to be his saviour but I wasn’t.
Did you come to my party
And stay for longer than you wanted
Because I did to yours?
You hate parties
You’ve forgotten I know that
As you’ve forgotten most of us
Obligated
That unattractive word in form and in meaning
Partly I’m roaring, raging
I don’t want dutiful, owing, paying back some stolen thing,
penance for some crime
(And there’s the bottom line
The heartbreaking truth of us)
The beautiful thing that became so ugly is
It was never crime to me
You always felt the guilt as if it were
Duty and fear clung to you
Like pills on clothing
They held you together
They made you up
You were threadbare without them
You thought they made you good
None of that is love
I am certain that’s the truth
Part of me (pride or something more) lashes out
Arms flailing or hurling objects
Probably at walls — probably books
(They’ve the right weight —
So much about people is heaviness)
Probably the books you lent me
And I tried so hard to read
But I always thought them naff
They were too simple
Too clear and life isn’t
You were looking for solutions
And I was ready to go without
Had been already for years
Happy to wonder
Excitable with questions
Long before all this
Don’t they make you larger?
More alive? Questions?
Children ask questions
And we mostly don’t know
But feel obliged to reply
With mostly wrong answers
You’re all busted up broken these days
Our youth is a poorly designed and made maze
A tourist attraction for those never-arrived
But such is the beauty of walking away
Before you are lost to the swell
I will remember you laughing
And never that you fell
I will remember you laughing, love
And never that you fell