words

are we begging or dancing
dancing atop the words as they
rise into the nothing like a backwards waterfall
and we find ourselves clinging
all too often
to the hook of a lonely g

are we begging for release
so desperate for escape that we
spin hand in hand across our sentences
inches from death
miles from an answer
worlds from the sun

are we begging for sport
back to back at dawn
to run off in search of the nearest stop
refusing to look back in case
we find our lips touching
the sky

I appeal to your circumstances
I appeal to your basic senses
I use all of my fey pretences
I use all of your favourite tenses

I used all of your favourite tenses

I’ll use all of your favourite tenses