the tone lethargies
the star faded about the time we were laughing
to sounds
what's that one?
put the words over there stop fussing
take off your clothes and look at me
my dear lost anomie
swinging like that clock
unafraid
our life of begging tones
with sloping mast and dipping prow
will be the way i move you now
below the moon they all paint
those pools of sky
to laugh, to steer us
© Copyright 2005 Peter Chapman