1310

saw your face on a clothesline
but it was just a fishing line
close to the nearest finish line
like living in a dream

saw your speech in the basement
and your words
found themselves in clouds
and you pointed
at the orange on the table
and said
I’m on the back of a camel’s back
low and high trying to
make it work
just trying to make it work
low and high

you wouldn’t listen
the sermon on the mount
I didn’t blame you
my eyes were half closed
half open
reluctant to open or stay closed

as long
as staying close