You took the path
and I rode the motorway
in comfort got there quick
driven not by me
You shook the ashes
and I switched on the T.V
feet up late night squinter
sofa fugged and beat
You looked the way I did
and I looked back
creak neck creased
money almost spent
threadbare slack and given in
I once mistook you - I’m sorry.
Remind me how
I used to be.
No-one knew what was
beneath the sediment
bubbling something
like old grief under skin
Moonraker’s booty perhaps
or rusting truths
now wrestling with reeds
like matadors in mud
like foot trodden fate
like drakes and strutting loons
all telling secrets too.
They fished and fiddle-shook
slid on pondweed toes and turned -
lost waterboatmen,
now scuttling home.
I want to be an effect
but end up misaligned
I want to reflect your respect
but never quite arrive
it’s true
you get what you wish for
at least I think that’s what I’ll find
I want to connect
I want to spark your atom mind
I want your kiss of whisperwind.
Oh god. Again,
I’ve ended up
contrived.