The cat

Dark in the morning,the windows are grey.

Dark in my heart,where nothing can stay.

Dark in the evening,dark in the night.

Only  the cat’s eyes give me some light.

 

Knocked off the glove box down in  the hall

Knocked over the bin,found nothing at all.

Knocked down  your photograph  and stood on the glass.

Like me he’s reached the last impasse.

 

Waiting for what,as we sit here alone?

Waiting for nobody,heart like a stone.

Waiting  on God sounds rather strange.

Let’s say that grace cannot be pre-arranged.

 

Dark again,dark,where you fell into earth.

Darker and darker  like the devil’s own curse

Darkness  around me,darkness inside.

Washed all up on the evening tide.

 

 

Goodbye our future,fiction in fact.

Goodbye,did you say it with your special tact?

Goodbye,you never said it,you never addressed

The one who  was with you,but never caressed.

 

Is it impossible to run it again?

Is it a fancy that  can but remain?

Life’s just a film and we are the stars…

But when the reel stops,we fall so far.

 

Flying away,I saw the hand stuck,

Turning the reel to make this world work.

Flying away, I’ll never come home.

Flying and turning and ever alone.