A spring and you’ve made it
A spring and a song
and no lady in the rain
enough
he said
where are you
where have you been
You’ve gone quantum on me
You’re only there when I look for you
in the metaphor
or the wind
and the rocks.
Is it time to be a rock again
Is it time for an infinity
unreachable in it’s tiny corner
like a point getting smaller than
I
am a bone already
and that’s all that’s left of me
THIS
these dry dry bones left here for you to find
in my own little Pompeii of brittle words
David Michael Jackson