Poem performed at Brisbane poetry slam, Blackstar Café, 5/8/10.
If the eyes
Are the windows to the soul,
Then your tears are like raindrops running down them.
And if a lie
Could breathe the life back into you,
I’d tell you stories fit to
Fill the pages
Of an original kind of novel.
But I fear
That we are far too far gone now even for that.
And I see
Nowhere left inside my arms
For you to turn to,
You have explored every sinew,
You have wrapped them close around you,
But though I know my arms are too thin to
Save you, I could not begin to
Let you into
The secret; that what you need
Is just to be let go.
If your smile
Was a reflection of my own,
Then I would grin until my mouth split at the corners.
And if I had …time,
Had we but “world enough and time”,
Fain would I tie your hands to mine
And raise them to the sun
In never ceasing dancing.
You’ll be my very favourite pet.
With strings above your head I will force dancing from you yet.
I’ll put a grin into your head.
A crocodile smile; even though your teeth are clenched,
Your cheeks are wet.
But that part’s not even the best.
The best part’s that when you are gone
I dare not even look straight at myself.
Lest I see something I regret.
Lest I should find
That in my mind
There lurks the kind of creature I detest –
For being far too wrapped up himself
To ever care what others have to say.