Monday, March 23, 2009

for the times when you feel young, or carried away


I ONCE HAD A BABY GIRL NAMED JEAN
BUT SHE WAS CARRIED AWAY ON A CARAWAY SEED
THE BANKER I WAS BANKING ON LEFT
SO I'VE BEEN COUNTING ON MY ACCOUNTANT FOR SEX
EVERYNIGHT I'VE BEEN FINDING A NEW WAY HOME
BECAUSE THE TAXI RIDES MAKE ME FEEL ALONE
I'VE MADE IMPORTANT TELEPHONE CALLS
FROM IMPORTANT TELEPHONE BOOTHS
UNTIL I'VE USED ALL MY QUARTERS TO LISTEN TO
YOUR IMPORTANT TELEPHONE VOICE
AND THE LONG HEFTY SIGH
WHEN YOU REALISE ALL I'VE GOT LEFT
ARE NICKELS AND DIMES
I'VE BEEN FORGETTING HOW TO SPEND MY DAYS
AND HANG ON TO THE NIGHT
HERE IS THE GIFT AND THE DRINK AND THE
BEST PART IS ALWAYS WHEN THE SKY IS
PULLED OVER OUR HEADS LIKE A BLANKET
BUT I'VE SEEN TOO MANY BASEMENT SUITES
TO BE FOOLED BY THIS KIND OF A GESTURE
I WISH NOW THAT I'D ONLY THANKED YOU
FOR THE PEACH JUICE AND LEFT
HERE IS THE TRAPDOOR AND THE TRICK:
I'VE INVESTED IN NEW DREAMS FOR THE NIGHT;
NEW STOCKS FOR THE DAY
I'VE STARTED COUNTING THE NUMBER OF
WINDOWS YOU'VE GOT FOR ME TO LOOK OUT OF
I'VE SENT ALL MY TELEPHONE BILLS
TO YOUR ADDRESS
I'LL REMEMBER YOU FOR THE PHRASES YOU COINED
AND THE NIGHTS WHEN I LET MY THOUGHTS GO
ANY OTHER SKEPTISCM YOU'VE EMBEDDED
IN MY BED, IS THE REASON
I SLEEP ON THE COUCH
EVERYNIGHT I'M PULLING THE
WOOL OVER MY EYES

2 comments:

paperarcade said...

you are brilliant.

Maude said...

I think this is still my favourite poem of yours.

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