The Return of the Conversation
"...There is nothing mystical
About the music of the spheres
The dialogue of the earth
The talk of water..."
"...Now you are free from booze, poverty and violence
You are old and wrinkled
Three months from now you will be dead
But in this basement, in this moment
With all these shining, luminous flowers outside this open window
You blaze like a king in front of my eager eyes..."
"...I called your name
Sent my voice across the muddy river to your blackened windows
It echoed back
That silence, inside the rush of water and wind
Told me to go home
With the waders
Give them to your friend on the hill..."
"...The destruction of this part of you is overdue
This is what will happen
The bone will break
The anaesthetic won’t work
You’ll raise both your hands to make the pain stop
The man will rock his chrome plated plyers back and forth
And you will endure the breaking..."
"...Ghosts that cannot connect the dots of exile,
to return to the only place they know,
the only place they truly love and want.
Cannot make their feet shuffle back to the place they began..."