Like a bus stop,
my heart was
to you.

You came,
stayed briefly,
then left -

like it was nothing,
as if it were
made of concrete.

I heard an American journalist
Describe the United Kingdom
In nineteen forty four
As
A green and pleasant
Unsinkable air craft carrier
No poetry required
There at all.

You can swing from a gibbet
Or process coffee like a civet
And die knowing
You served the lord
Anyway.

What's that force?
That hits your alfactory
When your on holiday
In a far foreign land
As the sun dips
Always coastal
So the ozone lends a hand
It's above the
Charring meat
Sauteing veg
The roasting garlic
And the sharp tang off of the grill
It's the difference in memory
That's why it lives there still.

Come and weep,
Silently, tears will guide you to sleep,
As your lover comes to know,
The grave of water's undertow.
Another claimed,
In the name of explorer's fame,
A name, that once you pass on,
Will be all but gone.
Not a soul has ever carried it as close,
As you have for so long.

Don't be foolish,
Staring at the sea,
He is truly gone,

Even when the fleet comes rolling in,
You won't have that kiss at dawn,
He promised you as he left.
So hang your lonesome head,
The worst is yet to come,
Fill his grave with sea things,
It's all that's left of him anymore.
Your life together,
Now ancient lore,
Lock it up,
Before you wake up.

She curled up her fingers
In mine
Read my mind
My heart screamed

A shelter in your heart I seek,  
to hide from all the miseries and grief.
I will wait for the day
when you reopen your heart for me.