Stories we Tell

Shocks and locks

of golden hair

spilt as quilt

against my chest

Stories of caterpillars

wild things, a mouse

the princess and the pea

and ones made up by me

I was daddy in that life

a lash of sweet breath

rise and fall of tiny force

caressing a mind like mine

into deep, cool sleep

some things you wont forgive

I was daddy in that life

and then I died

the stories you tell

are of a deeper world

where the ducks are in a row

but this world

this world

is pompous and hard

it makes no sense

to own a heart

we will tell stories

and carry on