Saturday, 16 August 2008

If All I Had

If all I had was sight
I'd watch the sunrise sift through the trees
While summer passed away.

If all I had was sound
I'd listen to lovesongs when the streetlights go out
And pretend they were mine.

If all I had was taste
I'd catch the taste of falling rain
And save it for another day.

If all I had was smell
I'd know the smell of drying ink
On pages of crumpled poetry.

If all I had was touch
I'd hold two roses, papery with age,
Velvet dust upon my fingers.

If all I had was this
I believe I'd have enough.

Wednesday, 6 August 2008

Sang Real

Blood turns pale orange
When mixed in too much water.
You'd think it'd turn pink,
But it doesn't.

How silly they must look,
Their Royal Highnesses,
Lying bleeding in the gutter
By the dozens.