I BEAT MY DREAMS
Some days I beat the dreams back
with my bare fists.
I can’t function like this.
I cannot operate like this.
Go away.
Come back later,
I’ll write you a cheque
then.
Whatever you want.
Go back
beneath the carpet
beneath the broken empty interiors
of nicely dressed-up places
back into the fire the fray
the heart of wild stars
& lonely places unvisited
back into the wilderness
of a sleeping child’s unkempt mind.
Go away!
I’ve got important things to do
today.
I’ve got to strap on a tie
and smile at the shit
navigate my way
around all of the people
trying
to get in my way.
These are adult things
and you are just a child.
In fact, you will always be
a child
so this comes first
but make sure that you do
come back
because I know
without you
there is nothing
but darkness
under a freshly-pressed shirt.

ANGEL
I could spend my daylight
just looking at her.
I want to know how
she feels music.
Warm
is the place in her eyes
Light
is the breath of an angel.