Laney

Why always open the gate, they ask, the ghosts who berate, sat on a bar stool, bereft, you never flap, throw parties for fools, know you’ll be saved, just have to tap, on door steps and graves, mark waystones by rule, if you understand, life is a jewel, creed leaves you sensate, dancing in ashes, climb out of that cradle, prise open the moon, tides are running fast, watch them all swoon, back home at last.