Like a Lock Picker – Tuesday 12th June 2012

Like a Lock Picker

lots of thoughts
like a lock picker
or,
maybe a waterfall
those tears come from a furnace
and now they must cool

i climbed buildings
tress and walls
when i was small
and now i climb mountains

lots of thoughts
bathed in light
dreams gain a little weight
but i siphon off
the cider loss
paint my walls
a new form of gloss
or,
maybe i am,
hunched over a moment
but willing to give

James Garratt – Tuesday 12th June 2012