My friends small grin
Peeking not from cheek to cheek
Upping at the edges
Bearing, One, Two, Three, Four teeth To me.
When he looks downleft he stares, thinking something.
Not vacantly, seeming so but I don’t know.
Out comes speaking tone by tone
Poly tone singing mono tones
With towelling robe, robbing his elegant shoulder
He exists etched in stone
Clean crisp and dry, I cry.
When he touches her lips
She pretends to get angry
Laughs like a caterpillar
All over every inch
And beams brilliant at bossy boots Bearing teeth back.
Enjoy a word or two
Absorbing what surrounds.
All lit up by the real sun
And then we go and spoil it all.
His lips stretched against his mouth
Like an over inflated balloon
On the cusp of popping.
Mouthing explosive joyous pictures.
Your words read beautiful.
Amongst gaggle noised nonsense
You sense makes perfect sense.
I see colours that surround your stream of consciousness.
I taste the flavour of truth on your sweaty sea salt skin
Smell sweetness amongst rot around
Feel weak after exertion
Soaking up the liquid of your wisdom.
What happens inside maybe is unknown to you and me
Your internal dialogue seems as confusing as mine.
Our multiple personality disorders are, I think, actually quite normal.
You sit atop a sun starved misty mound
Eying up and down
Words resembling warmth
Brass top teller
Tell me if birds sang along with us once
I cant remember
Before we went and spoilt it all
Your eyelashes caught drips of water drops
Stolen from the surrounding wind
They sat still suggesting something i didn’t get
They spoke of excitement
But i didn’t hear them.
My friend sits staring into the abysful distance
Piercing eyes peering deep inside me
Staring at something i cant quite see
Investigating in vain repetition
My friends speaks softly.
When he allows me to hear
It is clear
My friend picked me up
Fell with me
He pushed me
She forced me under
And i learnt
What i forgot
I stand still, still
Until we remember the names.