Death (Part Two) Poem
Nearly afraid to drink a cup of tea
After exhausting pornography
That brown coating on the tongue
Unfurled itself like rotten plums
Rest is in a far off place
You can't begin to contemplate
Dreampt of time being hewn in a wood
Though precious as anything, it's understood
The mind can go dark and wasteful
And fall even with sun coming through the blinds
Think of all the things you shouldn't say
About women as I brought myself to Brussel bay
The sky stretched warm as sea-weed overhead
Over the huts and sun-lit visages of the dead
Here is where a girl with her toe in the water
There real enough to be someone's daughter
Have you ever wanted to write this scene?
Would you steal down and ask her how it goes?
"Do you remember coming down by this pier?"
"All day just to watch the ocean passing by"
"have you marked the way the sun was coming down like a flare?" (it did you know, we all seen it)
She looked at me:
"I haven't got the time anymore to be scared"
"I have tea in the house, I'm just a butcher currently, but I don't always want to be; at least, I don't always plan to be"
"Then maybe I'll see you for tea sometime" she said.
Her dress was the Summers amusement, and I walked by.
Alone afterward, along the yellow steps,
Past the beach front ads I followed the smell of hops
Followed it until the light went out in me
I just want something to drink, I thought
And this will never come round again
Ohwellohwellohwell