(Only Connect)

 

Remember Me – 1

 

Take your curls,

your sweet birds, the way you look in him;

nights threaded with ginger ale,

chilli wits,

blue-eyes spinning.

The laughter catches my kitchen’s latch,

and clumsy your ribbons are

in my grey stained hands.

To steady, I will take

what youth sparks on my tongue,

as old stories dribble down,

over-told, and pull the needle through

to mend .

 

 

Remember Me – 2

 

"You’ll be a boy again.”

 

We let our feet dangle -

the ground underneath us; a dusty biscuit,

blurred.

He lies on one side,

the chewed up horizon,

a map between his.

His eyes go back, flickering

from the smatters of radio,

and

the empty shell we hear,

bouncing underneath the tyre.

 

 

We are bitter with cigarettes.

 

 

Remember Me – 3

 

I taste the far out sea.

Sprung, my curtains chase

all of you -

dipping sea combers, father’s picnic cricket,

a red ball in the air

and a shout.

My wood is bleached and stripped,

your patter,

sand in the grooves.

 

Remember Me – 4

 

I keep my time, precise,

with tea served.

I know each corridor,

each way to attend.

I know your suit - pressed -

your paper,

and who you’d rather not speak to.

I know the china, I know the Port,

know your books,

your discourse.

 

I walk through your halls,

knowing when to hide my step.

 

 

Remember Me – 5

 

I walk with you –

the wind is wide,

the palette around here;

everything.

Smile,

and frown and you not there,

but a flicker across my brow,

means we are friends again.

 

What coloured air! What things we say, suspended.