gotta watch you now --
you take your glass and in the swirling light
spiral eyes take a glance
and i
half-smile. both taking words like daggers;
how could i say anything at all.
"do you know how that makes me feel?"
(and Monkey and Charlotte
lived with each other's corpses
until the day they died)
Do you always drag your body about like that?
Does she follow you deep into your sleep?
pills, tablets, unread leaflets, the bottle cap and hiss of sparkling tongues,
and dad says, "let it be"
but i've lost all my poetry, i say
and no words could ever undo
though i'm watching you now --
seeing all the lights fading
in your wine glow grin.
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THE OCEAN
Poetry'In the old days at home the Neverland had always begun to look a little dark and threatening by bedtime. Then unexplored patches arose in it and spread, black shadows moved about in them, the roar of the beasts of prey was quite different now, and...
