01-08-2009
An ugly tree formed the centre of the picture, warped, blighted
Old but without dignity. Beneath its unattractive branches
I walked hand in hand with her, passed the stupid river,
Passed the unused rail track, passed the clever wall.
It seems so unexpected to me that I should fall like this
For someone who has never seen a ghost;
Who has never needed to be rescued from the old factory,
By a wild eyed, heavy handed, overweight young man.
A good natured swan floats on past, an Amy Winehouse track
drifts from an unseen stereo: and in my mind I record
the moment, perfectly. But I cant describe how it feels.
I see you smile, I notice how in summer the sun lightens
Your hair, and darkens your skin. And I just have a stupid
Red horse angrily drawn upon my left arm.
I still sleep with a tyre iron by the bed to protect me from ghosts
But I wont hold hurl empty threats at the weakling god of this ugly river,
Tarnished with empty tins of beer and failed warehouses and
The long dead and lost, anymore. Crouched down by the flood wall
Later on at night, I whisper urgently a prayer, and I dont
Know if anyone can hear me, but I do it all the same
It sounds so stupid to say, but its true, I m in love her.
And later again, I'm in a still unfamiliar flat, drinking coffee, staring
At the lines of my hand, trying to see some epiphany in
The pudgy grey skin and invisible scars that might tell my destiny
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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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