Holding a Door

Holding a Door

Sometimes you actually see the ripples and waves
but most of the time you just feel them like
some slurry handwriting or
a language you've not yet fully figured out.

But you

you walked in a straight line
until you hit the shadows
and I guess you've just dropped by to
deceive me.

- Well then, we may just as well go and
eat molluscs.

Circled by bums in the park reading
quality newspapers, drinking the magnetism of words

my fake casio watch tells the hours as
we arrive.

But the galleries are empty
selling their cold expensive gaze into
the empty face of the past
and it's hard to tell exactly what's the merit in all of this.

But we all know
the sky's full of stars
even when the sun is shining.