tip top.

these water drops
came from the bottom of my toes
and out the top
of my head and fell to the ground.
i joined them
with my eyes still wide open
my mouth still shut
and the sun still shined bright.
don't you hear?
the sound of a cry?

Love,
Love the lovebird.
see Love sing for hours at a time.
let Love free
and see if Love will come back to me.

oh.

your eyes didn't flinch
as i inhaled and blew smoke in your face

i'll crack the window so the smoke can filter out

drawn over with a cape
this recluse is yet to be done
i did not have fun last night
when i sat with my knees up
and my head turned towards the door
i was wishing for the past
or possibly the future, whichever would make me alive again
don't go in circles
when you leave me, don't think twice
put your foot down and roll the window up

if i could live once
if i could live again
i would not love you
i would not love you again.


the tinsy whitebrick house
with the orange roof and stout chimney
had ducks following in a row
beneath the window
in the garden
and as they marched as one
the sun went down behind the mountains
and i stayed beneath the sycamore tree.

a morning so yellow that i could not see

they were singing outside
and i asked myself,

why are you singing?
why are you singing
at this hour?


my nice grey shirt
tumbled and turned
to get the wrinkles out
that was my task this morning
to get the wrinkles out

but they sang to me
and i did not listen.