putting a name to it
putting a brave face on it
putting pen to paper
I find that things feel different
but we smile the same anyway
does this make sense?
help me out of this
help me out of kindness
help me out of your hair
I can't imagine you not being here
it's a funny thing but
I can't imagine you when you are here
this is just a note
this is just not it
this is just knotted
let's look at this coolly
we all make mistakes
who am I to stay?
time is spinning
time is slow and loose
time is a boomerang
wine's a perfume for the tongue
a vinegar for my sleep
a vigour of speech
the possibilities are endless
the possibilities are aimless
the possibilities are friendless
let's see what we've got so far
has anybody seen my past?
I left it here yesterday
things move so fast these days
things move me to wonder
things move when you least expectorate
might as well finish this
it won't keep till tomorrow
one more mouthful
at least I've made it this far
at least I've made all this up
at least I've made my point.
© Paul Taylor 1994
A recording of this poem was made for The Blowpipes album, Zenoria.
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