Thursday, 3 May 2012

you're softer and less certain, looking out over ledges,
dipping dreamily into past places, sipping at a cigarette,
just the tip of your toe out over

you are part of a different group of people now, 
you realised it I'm sure, you must have
seen how tangled you are, tripping along,
all lit up by something, then;  no gosh, that's wrong, 
strung out like a curtain, billowing and strong, 
directly out to sea you swim, 
until the currents do you wrong.