Slackjawed dropped me on a canopy

Let the rain fall and rule

For all the blue in the sky

May equal the blue in the bruises of my soul

For all to know, for all to tell

For all to see

The picnic in the garden

The picnic of the sea

The hat wears it wearer

For what's in a head?

The border guard won't let me pass

Maybe cos I'm borderline alcoholic

Maybe cos I'm borderline psychotic

Maybe it's a metaphysical plane

That I don't really want to cross anyway

You tell me I can have it my way

But you just want to touch me

Feel me, see my sweat roll down my chin

And burn under the red hot sun

Beads of perspiration all dewy

And salty crawl out of my skin

And bounce the playful dance of

A shimmering sunset shine

Then little sands find little homes

In little cracks in between my toes

Feeling all warmed and loved

As the son goes down

The bat's wings beat

On the quadrilateral architecture

Playing god by design

Turning the water into a mirror for your soul

Whispering, panting, seductively

Husky and breathless

'I want you'

Let me taste the salt of the earth on your skin

And all the places you been

And dream of a better place than this

A paradise on earth where golden hours

Like this stretch time

Across a golden horizon as far as the eye can see

I get up to leave

And lug a paper-weight heart

That weighs heavy on my fly-away soul

If you could see my paper-weight heart

And take it out of my wretched rib cage

You will close your eyes

And hold it in one hand and with the other

Using your finger tips trace the love letters

That have been seared and branded into it

You will marvel, laugh and cry

As you read the scars on my paper-weight heart

Like stories in braille