You can't just lie there on the bed, you know
You can't lie there without kissing back, you know
All the piles of books and not even a blood nose
I smell of blood
And is there really nothing I can do to you?
Is there nothing to add here?
I look through the sand in your mouth
And pick out the pearls
And place them in the beaks
Of the pigeons
Ididitonce,thedead,deadwaterlilything(water)
You must have known
That when I left I felt your head turning
But had no mercy
My words were simple – I'd given up poetry –
And I climbed back into the t o w e r
Up the fine plaited ladder
In the car – can you feel the sweater tag itching?
Pulling at the neck where I tied your threadstogether?
Your spine plaited down
Your back
Thefeminineside
But not on my body
AndslowlyIreelyouin(in)
Unravelling with me up the escalators
Down the road
Around the corner
Untie my hair from the ocean of winter
The roads and the cars dissolve behind me as I
Untie you
(Walkonthewater
Onthesweetwaterlilies.)
There is no giving back you know. You take and take again. Is that what you want?
(Listen:
Sud
Ba
Uso
Busbusbusbuscarcarcarcarbusbusbdr
Roadroadroadroadroadroadroadroadroadroadroadroadroadroadroa)