Some years now, it's been
strange that we still long
for that.
You say you drag me into your private moments
those sessions
in the morning, I don't know what to say.
What to do when castles crumble & walls tumble?
Do the princes and kings build again
or creep to hovels?
Hilltops grow shallow and heads enfeebled
a tiny break when that unwelcome pulse
collides with things forbade.
Quiet morning in reading, a silent house
light avocado curtains lift, fresh breeze
disciple in hot hiding, press a rolling orange.
Dates close and birth on the cusp
Who cracked the twenty tails? Poor sods.
Two calls and the heart lurches, all older now.
Sep 29, 2015
Sep 29, 2015 at 6:12 PM UTC
Some years now, it's been
strange that we still long
for that.
You say you drag me into your private moments
those sessions
in the morning, I don't know what to say.
What to do when castles crumble & walls tumble?
Do the princes and kings build again
or creep to hovels?
Hilltops grow shallow and heads enfeebled
a tiny break when that unwelcome pulse
collides with things forbade.
Quiet morning in reading, a silent house
light avocado curtains lift, fresh breeze
disciple in hot hiding, press a rolling orange.
Dates close and birth on the cusp
Who cracked the twenty tails? Poor sods.
Two calls and the heart lurches, all older now.
