Interred

He was buried on the Tuesday morn.
While the rest of the world slept.
Into the ground, like being unborn.
Darkness around the coffin crept.
And they left John there, in that hole the ground.
After covering him up with earth.
In spirits they wished their sadness to drown.
So drank their sorrow away to mirth.
But after a while, inside the box.
Poor John had started to stir.
From the top of his head, down to his socks.
Some chaos was about to occur.
For John wasn’t dead, he’d only been sleeping.
When they’d thought the worse and put under.
And now the panic, inside him was creeping.
To get out of that terrible blunder.
But the panic was not down to being buried alive.
Or confined in that horrible space.
For John was nearly ninety five.
And it was heaven he knew was his place.
So he did what anyone would down there.
In the dark and no longer young.
He crossed his chest and uttered a prayer.
Closed his eyes and swallowed his tongue

Praesidium (me)

Here comes that prayer again, that plea into the heavens.
All because of that fall from grace.
The fall making me blind, forcing me to breathe underwater.
Ridden of all pathetic pleading.
Gone to tear this world down (though the best have tried).
These lungs fill with desperate needing.
As I drag behind you, watching you shake your head.
With a trigger happy mouth, ready to shoot me down.
Oh shoot me down in the sweet sublime.
Into the funk of another fall.
Breaking beds of pussy willows and clinging to another trick.
One to turn your head, or make you paralysed.
Your love, hidden by disguise as you pull the lever.
And swallow.

Magic in the rain

What comes back to me?
Pain and the past, like pebbles in my brain.
The vapour of you descends and slips through my hands.
Just like gasoline.
You stand with your lighter, flicking on and off.
Right and wrong. I wear the sign of the desperate and the face of the easily fooled.
Taking your love for what it is, illusionary spectacle.
All smoke and mirrors.
Running and rushing back for more.
Hands cupped. Then praying.
You make the darkness come and go, giving me shelter form the storm.
I find you suddenly, dancing for the rain, calling forth the hurricane.
It all comes back to me, soaked in the shelter of your love.
Why do you leave me wanting more?