Tied

It escaped from my grasp

with the wave, with the wave

I found it there no further a walk

because we walked, we walked

and I sought to dig it from deep

where it stuck, it got stuck

no longer could the lid from the jar

open in the time I couldn’t, the time

all it needed was a source of light

the dark sets in at noon, the dark

after hours it fell down harder

I let it fall, and it fell

tightly wound as a rope around my hands

I’m tied up now, tied up

loose ends taunt me as they never have

now I can’t escape, escape

so I sat down to breathe

waiting for peace, my peace to come

Divisions


dividing orange-yellow days
finite as ever before
fixing glasses on a tuesday
to the tea I hold today, on a wednesday
 
staying immaculate with purple lips on a night
frustration over dinner just a wisp
in the wind of the moon upstairs
and perfume spilling as water, your breath
 
though
I spoke of nothing yesterday
each minute a metal rod
collected around our feet
far from made-up cobwebs in the shop
 
sitting downstairs in the library
a face in a stripe of light
and a woman in pink outside
carrying the skeleton of a forgotten animal
 
the frowning building next-door
a wish and a hope
encased soft in white bread
suffocating silent in plastic tears
 
but enough nonsense now
for this year is better
and the leaves we hold onto
as they fall of their own accord
 
glimmering shadows
past the paint of
your fresh cream door