The Wales Sequence

1.

I want to be here in this

rain-proof pod

singing rain-proof

songs

with two philosophers and

a master of discourse

who I'd love to talk to but

I'm stuck

on the page

in this pod

in the rain

and I'm stuck in this loop

in this pod

in the rain

with two others and one more

the same

stuck on this page

in this pod

in the rain

and one of them has something written

on her hand

in this pod

in the rain

and I'm happy and here

in this pod

in the rain

2.

I don't know why you took me here

by the sea, and the cliffs, with the rocks and

you

but I love it, and it almost seems too much right

now

and the sand and the messages and

love

that you write

would be

almost all

of everything

to me

and this moment hurts because I know it will end

and I can be so cynical so often but I'm honest right now

why did you bring me, and why can't I just let it be as

perfect

as it is

3.

There is no fire, but just

a dull, unofficial and repeating

smolder

and let me explain

I keep trying to light it but I've run out of gas

from idly flicking and

burning my fingers

I don't have anything left but the case and the case is colder than a flame but

it still hurts to touch

eventually I'll have to give up

and I think I'll be ready soon

4.

Just promise me that when I

have something to say again you'll listen with kind ears.

I've got nothing now, but I'll try, I'll try

until I can't try again.

I'm not sure

I'm not sure

I'm not sure

I'm not sure

I'm just repetition

5.

We're sitting at the social club with not a hint of metaphor about us

and Mr. Makoto is dancing back

and forth with his silent fingers and

heavy hands

he does not tickle or mingle but he does

kill us where we stand

so I'm glad I'm sitting

and when he pauses and his feel leave the ground

you can hear japan travel through his sounds

and the pint is bitter

but the bassist is sweet

and pudge on the trumpet,

well he was just cool, man

6.

She and he are figuring out the comings and goings of complex courtship, but they ain't dancing.

it's song and rigid practice so that they might just flow

I can hear through floors and was once there

and her voice with such b-

but something even more, that might need a new word

the accented warbles finish my thoughts like colors

and colors that I can't describe

but she could sing it

and he could drive it along with her on the hood

more desirable than a Cadillac shield

more slick than a mermaid

more soul than all heaven and hell combined

and hell, I ain't going to heaven,

but they sure as heck should

7.

dots

d o t s

d o t s

d o t s

d o t s

arrows to the end and

we point at patterns that hold

nothing for us

can you hear my voice?

do you remember my name?

I am he who raised a bastard child that would become

king in our dreams

and the dots that lead you to me

were placed there by him

or maybe it's all rubbish, and

I'm losing my way

but as long as you can see them

it's all going to be OK

8.

I thought I could see you walking

but maybe just a hanging pair of legs

without your voice, or eyes, or smile

so not worth all of this thought

right

now

and I could babble like a tower of old

and I would write every word with care

but you wouldn't be there

just some hanging clothes, tricking my eager eye

9.

I'm sitting, and waiting

and for now I'm someone else

it's still me, but a different form

form

formed from concepts of

normality

and

peace

and I'm peaceful and waiting

in another man's shoes

taking up space where another

man should be

and scrawling quickly from

side to

side

and my form is calculated to

draw your gaze

not for vanity but for a wish

of another life

a form in which I make more

sense

so I sit

and wait

in another mans clothes

and someone else might come to

say

hello

and hi

and I might draw your gaze