She lies in caves,
I lie in state.
The sad mumble of
The sea reaches us both—
I the charming Irishman,
She a benign yet lucid figure
Dashed against the wall.
How sad it was to not be there
To witness a gruesome spectacle.
They will be there for me,
To poke at my eyeballs
And say “here is he,
The one who begun it all”,
And I shall turn and turn.
Neither will be comfortable,
We will not rest in peace.
The breadcrumbs never work,
A wasted generation taught tall tales,
Fed on poisoned milk,
Dragged up in a slow car crash.
I am a a butterfly, watch me dance,
I vogue to the din of your choir.
Your sick fantasies abound,
The confusion of language not enough,
You must also push us against the wall—
Now we’re corn, now we’re Arabs—
Let them all in, all in
As my mother inspects the scene
And yells, eyes filled with glee:
Happy in our ignorance, and too
Happy to brag of our lack of ignorance.
A swaying brush of a windy field—
The sheep have left now
It’s just an empty bunker,
Rolled over ahead lay wires.
If you dance at midnight
You’ll see the stones,
They shine in the firelight.
A roll of paper alight flies over,
I never saw it but thought I did,
My frustration wished it into existence.
The recycling bin holds his secrets,
My potato raw in its silver foil.
We covered each other
In a neon glow, and then
I covered myself in batter—
Oh what is that matter?
I’ve to go clean up
For before day breaks we
Will still be sat here glowing
And the green stuff’s poison—
Don’t let him take you down
He throw our food away, our food!
It was good, just a little sauce amiss.
I watched you while you went to piss
Then hid under the fat leaves and sighed.
I took a photo of my face,
It was not how I remembered me,
Too skinny and happy and gay,
It was then that I lost my way.
Boy you took me back
through it all—! Help
My punctuation
dances, my hand
draws only curves—
form amiss—
I drink your kiss.