I’d write you a letter to explain all my actions
but I’d only take it too far again, and you’ll
consign it to that shoebox underneath
the place where you hang your coats
on a pile of train tickets and badges.
Well maybe that’s justice,
on a pile of train tickets and badges
and I’ll be at home with objects that
can pierce your heart
and take you far away.
Paint me with loyal marks,
at least ignore me with feeling.
Good arms, painter.
This time I’m not just
thinking out loud.
“
| — | Gibraltar by Tellison |
