So there must be no more poems
and no more games
an no more daylight full
of expectations to dodge
So there must be no more pointed
existence
on the way but on delay

you are held back being me I am
whilst I finish
open
and then closed off

muted from all but
physically here
nah nah na nah nah
I'm safe

sorry I ran out on you
there
I can't take the heat
of yer imagined opprobrium

my dog looks away
when I ask

the sky should be