Monday, 22 April 2013

glass blown by slack jaw

I wanted to see you, piled up like car pools all collided,
as if you never noticed, the time it took to wring you through my hands,
like water collected, dirty swill all wiped up at the source,
better than nothing,
the day was bought for half an egg and ham,
in case you hadn't noticed,
you were left back behind an empty pram,
never found out,
what it was to have soft hands,
never the sound outside, of your own ego ripping,
popping like soap bubbles.

I wanted to see you,
squinting, trying hard to understand,
to watch you watching dumb struck,
like lightening hits sand.