free cake/all to be at 23
i didn't know what to be at 23
sometimes blue eyes, sometimes green
at times you're standing next to me
eating your words like coconut praline.
if i had a million sets of arms, i could
wrap them round five hundred thousand guitars
and sit all day in sun rays, counting lines of isobars
freezing and then warm.
think of me shore's edge in cut-off jeans
holding onto something that has meaning to me
the water on my knees, cool and circulating
24 hours ago you said you'd come and see
me lying forlorn upon the lawn, where i extend this sojourn
thinking ancient thoughts, supporting obscure sports teams
drinking Oolong tea.
you offer good advice and
maybe one day i'll take a slice.