One more for the road 

 

Life sounds on the other side of a door

It’s quite inside

like little moans 

Wake up, you! Don’t you see? You’ll loose 

 

“No I won’t go to work” 

​

No, I want you to​.

So you can come back. ​

So we can return to basking

in the

muffled silence 

the escape-hatch between

the blanket and the door 

​

a countdown to cemetery

the warmth of the bricks of our building 

the water nearby, a stone's throw from our bed

a floating canal 

 

What will pass over us? 

like molding bread

an absence like coal 

the desire to hold on forever...

 

He was once himself a

stone 

time passed, 

his eyes

painted on the wall behind his head

looking from the floor to the hole 

my body carved in it

 

Shallowly covering a cliff 

a box in my arms

a sharp hug 

remembering an imprint in the bathroom

a wank of tears ​

Loud cries

an aching body

a shoulder of tears 

I had to go ​

​

Past the body​

​

​Where the world goes 

to get a name.