Mattehw

You want to see the sea.
I can do that for a fee
I can spit into your soul,
build a boat,
find a hole.

Now your navel’s deep enough
Water’s steady
Are you ready
Start to row
Row row

I erode
I erode
I erode everything into tiny stones

-

You want to catch a wave
Are you sure you’re ok.
I can sleep under the shore
Become lifeless
become yours.

Now my body’s limp enough
Climb aboard
Grab the oar
Start to row
Row row

I erode
I erode
I erode everything into tiny stones

-

You want to leave the beach
Don’t come back I plead.
I can’t take this anymore
Being unrelenting force
You can test yourself against
Until your body breaks.
But I don’t want to touch you.
I just want to be amongst
The tiny stones.

Living out of backpacks, suitcases, rucksacks.
Sleeping on park benches, and in between the cracks
of the pavement.

Overhead you can hear
the screams and the cheers
the schooners full of beer dripping
in between the cracks.

Greasing up the train wheels then leaving them to rust,
seeping through the asphalt and turning rain to dust.

Discordance and anomie.
A forced slow dance with the enemy.
Stand at traffic lights in silence while the sirens sigh at violence.

Cars align on the motorway
afraid to merge into the right lane.

Living through the latest update from the weather forecast cloudy with a chance of painful sorrow, with intermittent showers of alcohol.

The sun barely splinters through the clouds but the crowds they never stop,
for time is always running shorter than the ticking of the clock.

And out came the rain and flushed the cider out.
Bourbon still churning in the stomachs of businessmen, louts.

Eardrums ringing from the sounds of soothe-singing,
tinges of breath left from overzealous whispers of the night before.

I wake up and the light floods into the tank of glass and brick and timber and cement I call home.