Speed Lights
The damp evening seemed to expect disappointment
Before it dawned on me
Like a broken pile of engine parts
Arranged around scuffed old leather seats.
You say maybe, maybe, maybe, no.
And I keep walking, I keep jogging
Laps and tracks around your house
You can paint the walls every colour
That human eyes have ever seen
I'll be crouched down on one knee
Mobile phone clenched in my teeth
And a bowl of salt you cooked up with flower stems
Balanced on top of my head.
Cars swing past and past and in the rain
I remember another place, those ugly brown curtains
And the fear of God, and the fear of ghosts
Cars sweeping past, engines clicking like witches knives:
Ive come a long way since then, and I still feel the same.
So I guess it will be ok
You say maybe, maybe, maybe, no
I keep asking, this same questions
Guess I didnt get the hint
The first dozen or so times.
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"Do not tell lies, and do not do what you hate,
for all things are plain in the sight of Heaven. For nothing
hidden will not become manifest, and nothing covered will remain
without being uncovered."
The Gospel of Thomas
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