lovesong

Night has come

like a bus stalled

outside the window

spewing mud grey clouds

I think of you

I think only of you

I only ever think of you

owls are keening

on Upper Albert Road

in treetops

slick-leaved with rain

and somewhere

some fool is playing

the cello

out there

in the rainy street

bleeding his heart into the grey rainy street

like some sort of fool

blood in the gutters

blood and tears of rain in the gutters

he doesn't even know you

          but me

I think of you

I only ever think of you

I think only of you

ever

I have reached for your arms

many times

          I have

but you live

in the book of another world

in the crook of another arm

and will not hear the

thump, thump, thump

of this stupid heart

this stupid raging heart

and so all I can do

is think of you

while the night bus

chugs choking clouds outside the window

with the owls

and the fool

and the cello

blood and tears of rain

and the thump, thump, thump

          yes

I'm thinking of you again

I only ever think of you

I think only of you

ever