The Lines

It was a night like this when I cracked a word

to get to the inside of the inside of the inside

I was lost in life I thought but in fact

life always knew where I was

Why can you always be found

When I was looking out everything looked white and washed

like in movies when they nuked the city

the lines the colours the texture the summer etc


come and sit and kiss

Don’t be shy

I know you had it really bad for a while

Let me take you out into the wild

limb by limb

Will you sit beside me there with your brittle hair

like a ghost of my youth

when I used to fold my dreams to paper boats

and made them float

Such is order

when spring comes

Such is order

when the mind makes up