Slant to Slope
By birksy
Where the wind blows, that’s where I am, Healed up in a hole, shut up like a clam, You’re not coming in, there’s no door, there’s no key, You’re not going to sink your sharp teeth into me. Stay where you are, take no more steps, You’re not going far, I’m taking no threats, I’ve hidden away, there’s no light, there’s no hope, Your simply a slant, I’m not going to slope. You are the hunter, I know I’m the prey, I can’t bear to look, so I’m looking away, I’ve only one chance, it’s enough, it’ll do, I’ve a hand on my heart, you’re not going through. I’ll keep my head down, ready to run, The best laid plans, seem one stitch from undone, What is your truth? Is it me? Is it here? What are your plans? Have I nothing to fear? Leap the last log, launch the last spear, The music has stopped, it’s nearly new year, Up on the clock, two more ticks, one more tick, And then there you are, and my legs fail to kick. Written May 13th, 1999 © on Jan 04 2002 08:19 AM PST, Simon Birks 0 • 10
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