Clientele Geometry Of Lawns
leaving came to us just like a song
a dull geometry of lawns
the sense that you are still a stranger
but we were born to fade away like light
looking sideways into life
there is no reason we should stay here
and i know you are listening to this song
late, in a still room, with your lover
now see that moon above the edge of speech
as we flicker like a screen
and we are gone
one a spell of grace come over me
and i walked on through empty streets
redbricks, sweat-shops and madrassahs
inside everything i heard a voice
mechanical, beyond itself
like the sentence of a dreamer
and i know you are listening to this song
late, in a still room, with your lover
now see that moon above the edge of speech
out here beyond your reach
i’m singing on
