Moths and flames,
Owl’s night games:
Miles away on
Middle sea nights,
Bottle of water,
Bottle of lights;
Salt-summer wind bears
Scraps of sailor songs
To the ears of
The beach farmer’s wife.
15/7/2012
Moths and flames,
Owl’s night games:
Miles away on
Middle sea nights,
Bottle of water,
Bottle of lights;
Salt-summer wind bears
Scraps of sailor songs
To the ears of
The beach farmer’s wife.
15/7/2012
I hear the ticking
Of all the clocks,
Begin the unpicking
Of all the locks;
There’s a net
Between us, she’s
So fantasy-glamourous –
But so hard-eyed,
Unattainable, yet she’s
Always there for me.
Sometimes I half believe
There’s a face at my window
Looking in, and
I’m looking at me
twenty years down the road:
Wanting to drink
Every book between
Now and Hell.
I was high and free,
Life unutterably smooth
…
Then it wasn’t.
9/7/2012
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