they cut out the gravel
and deployed my feelings
we shake the trees
without the leaves

i saw windowless frames –
in the past –
that once had no name
i saw answers in the sea

i drowned in a dirty folk song
the one that washed up on the shore
as we broke bread
with a welcoming whore

can i not take about the things –
that plunder me?
the comments,
that dig out my pain

but it falls to numbers
when pressed,
raindrops become acid
and the challenger reverts to a god

i reached out to meet those coming –
the other way
buoyed by a love for a better day

you walked along the seawall
balancing like a bird
you gate crashed –
the banks of my museum

in another dream
i was suddenly so small
with power station parents
holding a childlike ball

seek it well,
that hidden treasure
recline,
at my personal leisure

i spent my time looking at stars
no one can read the words
so instead,
time is spent building cars