cathedral county,
with your country wind's
bass in my ears, flaying tissue as if
it were carrion already.
cathedral county,
you're the hooded crow. i have to keep my eyes closed when you circle above
keep my bones to the ground.
cathedral county,
you lie to me.
i writhe in the dirt to hide, hands cupping my ears. braced for a chorus of bombs.
cathedral county,
you're a great big nothing,
when you cannot divide.
you're a knife, i am paper.
cathedral county,
your orchards shed their apples and
never return.
as the days shorten. november.
cathedral county,
i am paper. receipts and bank notes.
nothing blunts a knife quite like paper.
your gifts have a price, tossing out scraps.
cathedral county,
where i can't see passed that
greek nose you gave me, big fog.
hanging like a marionette from the pylons.
cathedral county,
storm on the island, lightning strikes
slash the wires, crash the planes
it's all my fault.
all that,
cause i just couldn't grow up
cause these wounds didn't age
they grey my hair and i hide
under my bed
because the death in the sea
is my own fault
even though i'm a beached thing
and you're the tide that carried me here
JE LEEST
you, and my materials.
Poëziegive me a few moments of your time so that i can dress you up in poetry give me your eyes, see the world through mine i beg you to be gentle, please have empathy this is your world, on the floor, by the bed like laundry, pick me up and use me. s...
