Friday 8 December 2017
Eileen
You pull on your gloves,
take your time,
say you're no longer in love,
remember which tune,
that forgives broken lives,
it still beats true,
heaven's a cover,
when you reach that line,
do you sing it in blood,
want me hum it for you,
hold the clock chimes,
run outside the room,
hold all those who scrub,
live generous lives,
don't always find the rub,
like you never rue,
mysteries of your crime,
hear the wind going boom,
listen to what's above,
shudder with the wine,
fly like a released dove,
you're not frightened.
before we go and blow it,
what settles on the breeze,
brave enough it rests nearby,
detests a summer’s loathing,
to rescue God or try,
brush away disease,
laugh at why you're cold,
what has come to be,
dance on love you sigh,
sing that song you sold,
growl it like a lullaby,
before you die
you're no salamander.
.panic shall not reign
who holds their reins?
best not to moan,
keep hold of your creed,
by Calendar or the sea,
take Cium
the bird who has flown,
it was only fame,
singing as she goes,
drunk as a fiery contralto,
dance amongst flames,
problems the wind blows,
the love that was shown,
dissolves gives way,
all that you owned,
keeps you engaged.
cafe's swell with rain,
best not to moan,
keep hold of your creed,
don't let panic reign,
like a hurricane zone,
try to circle the domes,
we are leaving Salerno,
you have got my tone
knowing not enough to see,
would you let her tumble,
tired of this campaign,
across this shining bite,
that gives no easy news,
against the water's might,
the Americas of circue.
by mountains and ruins,
lovers only hesitate
she never left a family’s gate,
but came here to sing,
a woman who knows she's great,
that beckons any time,
next to me like a bride,
around a constant why,
the land within our sight,
an old man and his wife,
a voyage for the rate,
set your almond eyes
birds sing out of tune
drain summer into June
sweep up with the moon
not present castigate,
hope on a midnight wire,
we are not alone
in this lasting light,
home provides no clue,
God knows of your plight,
don't try to collude,
say your cards are marked,
you're never that far,
to stay where you are,
in a warm hazy fog,
and a veil across your face
don't send me to Mars,
from where you perorate.
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