Tuesday, 10 March 2009

You Could Change Space, I Could Not

If I inhabit your space

And paste myself over the walls, like dust and glue,

Would you come home?

As I unravel the bandages,

That hold the most important parts together,

Could you please turn away?

I don’t want you to see this.

I don’t think anyone should see this.

The words can come like modern mantras,

Propelling me through the wasted day.

But they don’t consult with the actions.

Separate script and mime.

I am sorry.

Tell me it has all been worth the mess and it will stop.

I am sorry

That I couldn’t do it better than this.

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