my message is posted as a poem:
for only you
Last Saturday night you were brave
stepping high heeled. Out
of the wave you penciled-in. Pink
floyd silenced the black dogs barking.
In mad wait words dove, you spoke
into the minutes that buried midnight.
Tortured traces of you open & closed
plastic bone shutters throwing light
upon dungeon doors. Imprisoned
looks searched your eyes for who you
used to be. For the strings that moved
& your sounds that bent & knelt 'at
the doorways of perception. Tricks
performed in the pale-past filled
my mind with questions I’d all ways
wanted to ask, just why 10 minute
conversations, were ’ a toxic interlude ’
to you ? I moved my beat
to your sound, your images animated
the bent faces from a chrome ball.
Unrecognisable, distorted to us all.
Pause turned to gaze upon the dwell
in your voice, stranding my attention
to see the pictures you painted
were for, only you.
C—sspd-Jan27th-03