take the darkness of this world and make it light
after three beers you saw the clouds for what they were
white letters on a pale blue background
but there is something inside you
something slick, metallic and unrecognisable
it comes up when you speak of your father
or when you hear the works of erik satie
you showed me how to plug your ears
so that the screaming turned to the whisper of the sea
a rattling wheeze stuck inside a static plagued wireless
a conch held to a childhood that tasted so spotless, salty
tremble, nervous shipwreck, only night will bring the luminescence
of hatchetfish and gulper eels
the swollen moon kissing the tips of the spray
white letters on the blackest canvas
this is how we moved away
in circles ever colder
Stu Buck
Sat 29th Apr 2017 14:25
thanks all, lovely stuff! look forward to reading your stuff when i get back from a busy weekend.