Wake me when the waters rise.
Shake the slumber from my eyes,
with a coastal cracking tremor run
through me like confirmation
of everything I’ve ever known;
all my past,
all my unknown.
Wake me when the whole Earth groans
and I will watch it
all go down
with you.
Wish I could apologise
for living such a hollow life,
but meaning’s for the faint of heart
and I always loved the dangerous part.
Like love and guns
and little black dresses
on girls who make messes
of lives like mine
and whiskey and wine
and things I could never find
the words to define.
I just turned a page
and went back a chapter,
I know what happens after;
I just don’t want to go.
It’s never been easy,
carrying on in disaster;
calamity
attracts
calamity.
Wake me when it’s over,
now I’ve burned my head out
on a past and future of myself.
Walked a winding road,
lied and all this pride;
die and it all unfolds.
I want to watch this flower turn
its face towards the Sun
and open up
and show its heart
to everyone.
Goddamn,
these old, black days
never really go away.
Fingers crawling to the grave;
wake me when it fades.
I’ve never been
a little bit afraid.
HG – 2017
