If I 
know anything 
it’s that 
I don’t 
know anything 
at all
and that
this then
made everything 
else possible 

Just noise 
this everyday 
a cricket 
that follows 
incessantly chirping 
come and 
find me 
be gone 
little friend 
haunt some 
other person 
with your 
melody of
broken promises 
served up 
and sung
as memory

Maybe I should 
just delete them 
vestiges of past
caught posed and 
proper or casual 
and capricious let
them all go 
after all these
pictures which used
to speak a
thousand words have 
all gone silent 

What do I 
do when I 
do but he 
doesn’t am I
to sit in
my little boat
spinning round and 
round this spot
or am I 
to struggle and
lift him up 
or am I 
to cut anchor 
adrift to God
knows wherever else 

If I could 
I would make 
a crystal you 
of which I 
could draw my
finger around and 
hear you sing