Let Me Know


Let me know when you see beauty on the street
Tell me if he is still young and strange and blessed and wishful
Let me know when when he is ready to cheat on his lucky number
I will be there ready with hat drawn down ready, gun loaded with a compliment
Let me know when the days are cool and the nights are warm
Tell me when it is Autumn and I will find his own special blanket
Let me know when I should leave my door unlocked
Ready for him to open without key to walk in ready to do what he does so well
Let me know when he needs a cigarette, a light, or just a match
Not to strike but just to hold in between his yellowing teeth while sitting on the tram
Let me know when he loses his sweet smelling bookshelf mind
I will document the changes and send the pictures to National Geographic
Let me know if he ever loses face amongst the crowd
Tell me if his blush is the colour of that magic wand that he wields
Let me know if he wants to stir great cauldrons of potions
And I will wash out the one I have in storage
Let me know if he has veins that still throb with Alexander's intensity
I will ready the ground and lay calming ointment upon the skin
Let me know if he wears nothing to bed but his white singlet
And I will close my eyes as the sun goes down to pray that it never rises again
Let me know if he swims through dreams with his ear to the ground
Tell me what he tells you of these fiascos
Let me know if the thoughts he has of his youth are buried amongst the coastal trees
I will pull back the shore and dig deep to claim all of the grubs and chests
Let me know if he likes to walk head down, silent and baring north
And I will make my way in front sweeping away snow and dust
Let me know if he lives in the shadows of orchestrated love
I will be the conductor with baton raised high and straight
Let me know if he understands where the water flows from
And I will stand beneath it drinking from the source
Let me know if creates the vibration learnt from too many mistakes
Tell me and I know that we could compete and compare
Let me know if he still stares out at the world with a Rock'n'Roll spark in his eye
I will catch it and hide it amongst the pine cones and branch
Let me know if he enjoys being alone with his lucky number
And I will seek him to be with him
To be the constellation that he rearranges and holds against him







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