"All lovers become liars in the end."
I said,
as we lay there, naked in the bed.
They refused to believe me,
& in that sweet moment of post-fuck repose,
I looked into their eyes
& realised they were right:
only some lovers become liars.
I just can't decide
if the lie will be theirs or mine.
Pay no attention to the world outside of your city,
or the sunlight bleeding across the sky.
Don’t look at the photographs of Henri Cartier-Bresson,
or allow yourself to cry.
Do not listen to the Gymnopédies everyday for a month,
while taking commuter trains;
don’t look at single-platform stations as you pass them by,
or aimlessly observe the detritus trying to hide
in the fringes of everything. Never create, only consume
but don’t drink alone so much that you
begin to loose your mind…
***
Listen to teachers & parents & always do as you’re told,
exercise regularly & deny you’re growing old.
Listen to Spotify playlists & buy the latest clothes,
have faith in reason & that technology will save us all.
Always assume a community is just a collection of potential enemies
waiting to steal everything that you own.
Believe that you are where you are through merit alone,
& drink only in moderation.
Ignore the homeless, have faith in the government
& believe that you are free.
Teach your children to respect authority
& do the same yourself.
Use razor-blades only to remove hair,
not to mutilate yourself.
Learn to accept your place…
***
Choose pleasure over meaning, close
your eyes & let advertising
do your dreaming for you.
Ask no questions, you’ll hear no lies:
it’s the only way to survive.
For S
I can't stand the thought
of those
white roses
I've placed over your eyelids
dying,
as all things must…
but
death is just a perspective trick:
there is only change;
nothing can stay the same
forever:
permanence is impossible…
but
when my fingertips traverse your skin, when
you look at me & truly see;
when you give the grace of your love,
I despise truth.
I want to believe a beautiful lie,
one big enough
for us both to climb inside
together:
two ancient creatures enclosed in amber
our limbs
entangled
forever…
Words for Ghosts 