Why does the sound of love
Always sound like a marching band?

I have found the way
To bring the smile
Across your face
The way.

But I watched you fall,
I thrust you from the cliff,
To preserve my safety

As days pass,
All of the ideas,
The bulk of thought
The history of Western philosophy,
Swirl

I read my verses,
Tangled and confused, never expressing what I feel
Help me when I fall,
Lead me on as I walk
Onto your answerphone,
And on my own,
I keep and treasure every mundanity
Of your voice

All I am is a stumbling lamb,
Fearless and innocent,
‘Til I lost my way
In conformity,
A highway of identical identity.

You always listen
To my stumbling and stuttering
Seeing the meaning behind it all
Maybe I’ve gone mad,
I’m certainly
Diminished
Before the sight of you
Saying your name,
As if I could ever forget it was you,
You are at your most beautiful.

I still have that way
To make you smile

To walk unafraid, clumsy,
Instead, holding tight to love.

When I am beautiful,
At my most beautiful
I stare,
Dissolving in your eyes
Counting every detail of your eyelashes,
But secretly
And if I must carry a burden
I’ll look you in the eye,
Stay
Not downcast

Was I conscious?
I must lay everything down,
Sacrifice it all,
To make a stand
In guilt
Known blame
For acquittal

With every hair on your head
I recite another
‘I love you’
While I leave you to sleep
And watch over you like angels
Somehow I know
That you’re still watching me,
Through those peaceful closed eyes
And listening to my impassioned outpouring
To you
Unconscious
I swear I can see you smile.

Trapped within fences,
Lines to rive people
And distort contradiction,
How can I become all that can become?
Sure I’m a murderer,
Just as true as I’m jealousy,
Can I convince men,
Convened peers, that I should go free?
I don’t want this law,
Even as I see it crushing me,
I’ll fall, kneel down,
Be washed over by the greater awe

I’ll walk unafraid,
No fear, no terror,
Either love me or leave me
High and dry.

I loved you
I love you
I’m finished, lost, sunk
Does she know,
That I’m still singing,
And I call her to join,
Sing, sing this same song.

Well, I’ve found a way.






‘I don’t feel any less than content
I didn’t tell the truth
To protect me and you together
I amputated to stop you from bleeding
And you sobbed for so long
Into my stump of a shoulder,
And still,
I never got over you,
Nope, I’m not over you,
I’m still not over you.’