your zen teacher told you:
If you love someone,
You agree to watch them die.
on my shoulder
the thread of my jumper
is unravelling
-where the chip should be-
i carry your book around with me,
under my sleeve
-where my heart should be-
****
wearing the shoes i stole from you
(having learnt nothing)
they smell of the whole last year of my life
a scent so strong it will pierce the entire sky:
and i
crawl into the hole
to spend the night with the smiths
dreaming of seagulls lovers fingerprints
& traffic
all those things
which i devour
all those things
which devour me.
welcome back dear.
never leave such big gaps between poems again, some of us are counting on you to articulate our sadness and our desires for us.
i like this one a lot.
yay the smiths.
keep the shoes. they look better on you.
ta.
they are pretty big shoes to fill.
i would have been back sooner if my poor blog wasn’t hosted by the ugly evil blogger server, which prohibited me from publishing for the last couple of days.
i hope that i don’t only articulate sadness & desire. although i guess that’s all morrissey does, and that seems to work…
you know there is a light that never goes out.