Drown The Thought Of Winter

Not really understanding how anything works anymore

And the crimson panics are inevitable- hundreds of them

But the heat swelters up causing ripples in the air

Things are laughter, things are loud like door knocks or heat beats

But none of this I understand

I have written you short stories and spat on the wood to polish it

Watched countless nights turn to their bellies 

Why must the fires burn behind the smokey faces?

It's not like horses could take us there

It's not like we would want to return yet we will

One day

Smelling of cigarettes and stale beer

When you kick the gravel the dust flies up and sticks to our sweat

When you kick at the thistle the heads fly off and land in the grass

Where is the desire where are the legs that ran?

And the corners of your eyes will begin to burn 

But that is the price that one pays for the freedom that you handed out

We caught our planes when we were alone

We sstood in the skeletons of the beached whales

Looking at the wattles blooming

All the sky was silent but for a bird that was symbolic for nought

Oh the grease on our hands

Oh the explainations 

We could have made it then, we could have had diamonds

With beads around our necks

With crazy love sending us to our nightly deaths

What do the French call it?

The little death?

Oh sweet one where is it that you take me?

To the river?

I don't want to leave the borrowed words by the bank

By the treacle coloured water

I heard you sing the poetry and proclaim your thoughts to the boys

I saw your sweaty shirt

And wondered how you wrote the lovely lines in the heat

Lets go for a swim, naked, amongst the rushes

Lets be naked together with the water

With the pebbles and the reed

Looking as the willow whips the water with its tendril

We will bow at the sky as the ghost of Virginia goes floating by

Oh take off that shirt

And stand waist deep laughing while the summer lasts

And drown the thought of winter... Drown the thought of winter.