Matthew Good Cold Water
Insane I wake up
The oars I take up and row to right
A dawnless widow
A Portsmouth ghost of East End slight
For you I hold this
To build from nothing an Ancient Light
And so in motions of all distortions
I pull for my life
This cold water is weighing us down
Oh how I wish I was with you and nowhere else
Late this morning
I came by Hampstead in a Devon scow
That found me drifting just off of Rame Head
Near Plymouth Sound
In the room that we let
I found your hairbrush broke on the ground
And so in motion, like stone in potion
I just laid down