listen to - waking the witch by kate bush whilst reading
The oil and the needle - Elijah Tiger
I wake up in my own bed again
my days are a peaceful war
Father Time never liked me too much
I stumble about most days unsure
the clock has already switched its
hands a dozen times
before I roll out into the day
poems, letters are scattered everywhere
I lost the hour again
I remember to eat a piece of bread
olive oil coats my fingers
a daily worship of mine
perhaps my only time-keeper
my only lover these days
I even remember to go outside
I haven’t danced in five days
five olive oils
five pieces of bread
letters and poems scattered everywhere
I remember to pick you some flowers
I’ll take another five to send them
I’m quite sad really
yet laugh often
who is that?
I fall back dreaming easily
even after my daily rage
I reach my hand out
to myself
and I take it
creating my own timeline
happily trapped within
radical imagination
and have you noticed I am kinder to these words
these days
since you’ve been here
I am an offering
to these dreams of mine
I have not been this
soft
in a while
what a revolution
I am unsure of everything
my body and my mind are reminding me
I am not at home
I attempt to remind it
I am only alive in my dreams
so
hurt me it cannot
tangerine licks in my cheeks
I draw the needle back
on the record for the nth time today
the song rushing to finish quicker
each time it is played
what would I do without my two timekeepers?
the oil and the needle