Sunday, May 08, 2005

here be us

Come with me my love

down to the basement

Don’t tell your friends

I left a note on the fridge

Under the pig shaped magnet

Telling everybody

‘gone diving… don’t wait up’

I wrote a will and posted it to all the major radio stations

That shouldn’t frighten you

It’s not in case we die

It’s in case our eyes should change colour

before we return to the surface

Watch that step, take my hand

Come here my love

Tell me everything that didn’t happen to you today

while I turn out the lights

Remember to breath and exercise your right to punctuation

You don’t want to get the bends

I know it’s dark

but if we stay here long enough

we won’t need eyes anymore

Tell me one thing you love about me before we get any deeper

Okay, I’ll go first

I love the fact that you write notes to your self on the back of your hand

And then if you travel on public transport you insist on wearing gloves to keep your notes hidden from prying eyes

I see you now peering beneath the fold of your glove

MUST BUY MILK.

Now take another step

Are we another note? Written beneath the house?

In 1985 The Jesus & Mary Chain thought they had re-invented rock ‘n roll and that music would never be the same again. At least they can laugh about it now

Will we laugh about this?

In 1952 Englishman John Cobb tried to break the world water speed record in his specially constructed boat The Crusader across Loch Ness. He broke the record, but as he decelerated, something broke the surface of the lake and John Cobb was flung into oblivion forever

If we reach through the tiny basement windows tonight, will we stop the traffic?

Take another step my love, deeper

I know we’re not special, the space we fill now has been filled a thousand times before by lovers far better dressed than us

God doesn’t keep our photo is in his wallet

But snowflakes are overrated, even those lousy butterflies live longer than they do

And everybody knows God can’t swim

That’s why the creatures who live down the very bottom belong to us, not him

He never really wanted us to go in the water, that’s why he put sharks in there

Never leave the boat was the 11th commandment

So take another step my love. We’re almost at the bottom

Can you see your hand anymore?

Neither can I

That means we’re almost there

Written to the theme of Monster.

6 comments:

S.L. Corsua said...

I do not know what "Monster" is. But... Oh. My. God. This piece is just so beautiful, in that smile-and-remember-this kind of way.
I find the images so enchanting. Endearing.

And my fave part:

Watch that step, take my hand
Come here my love
Tell me everything that didn’t happen to you today
while I turn out the lights
Remember to breath and exercise your right to punctuation
You don’t want to get the bends
I know it’s dark
but if we stay here long enough
we won’t need eyes anymore

dweller said...

I like it.
I almost reached for the bucket, but you held me back.
I must be gettin' soft ;)

BeENa said...

Brilliant, as always.

temppixie said...

Love this, especially the line'tell me everything that didn't happen to you today'! You got me on that line!

floots said...

Hi
Came here via Soulless' blog and I echo her sentiments on this one. It's got the easy, mysterious intimacy which I remember and look forward to.

SuperP. said...

Where do you find people who can travel these depths with you? And, why once you find them, do you know that it is inevitable that we let them go?

"we won't need eyes anymore" is so perfect, but so is the rest of this poem.

Just surfing through some history.. trying to find where satisfaction lingers..

Happy New Year - 2007.