Monday, 18 September 2017

While i sleep

To be alone 
For two weeks 
Or a second 
Truly alone 
Lost in the heart 
Of a deep black hole 
Nothing gets in
Nothing gets out 
Nothing persists 
Nothing exists 
Would it be hell 
Or what would it be 
Say goodbye to the girlfriend 
Of course you'd be deaf 
Unswayed by any frequency of radiowaves 
There'll be no colours 
No Mark E, no Bach, no delicate flowers  
There'll be a clean line of clothes pegs
Without any washing
Without any sheets
Fresh and white  
Without any breeze
You’re not allowed to smuggle any pets
Like a piggy or a mouse or an incy wincy bee 
No heartaches
Nor headaches, 
Not a bloody heartbeats
Neither no regrets, 
Or thoughts forbid 
You can’t eat your peas off the back of the fork kid!
You’ll be stripped naked
You’ll have no hair
Like a newborn rabbit 
No-one will seduce you
You won’t be there
Nothing can touch you
Peace at last
They cant export you
Through the looking glass
They can’t abort you
Not so fast
There's nothing to collect 
And no one to despatch
Call me on the telephone 
I'll pass you on to Jesus 
He'll tell you that I'm not at home 
Not talking to believers 
All alone aloft the night 
Like John Keats said 
Much better than me 
his name was writ in water 
Mine was rustled 
From the tree 
Our memories wiped with hammers
Our lovers all shredded and blown 
Our brothers are as pale
As a packet of crisps 
At the bottom of a bell
We will have no lips 
We will have no smell
There will be no time 
No stick no gun
Just a bucket of trees
Me and my son
Not even God 
Is having that one
But who will watch him 
While I sleep  
Who will watch him 
While I sleep

15/09/17

Pic: Pulcinella, Naples. 

















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