Of Tragedy

It feels like I could write a whole movie from any day of my life
These characters I meet all suffice 
Every nuance they possess is screen ready, life like

I could write endlessly about their ambitions and ability
And wax cliché lyrically about their agility and expressions

“You can’t go backwards,” she says as her eyebrows dance 
Around the upwardly mobile steam reaching high
From the lip of her sweet black espresso
“you actually can’t go backwards.
There’s no such thing. It’s just forwards in reverse.”

She exhales

But then I can’t see where I’m going and I’m tired
I guess I am crashing now anyway 
Not long left for me of this day

Wake up, what do you want me to say?
As if I could say to you what you want me to
As if I could know, read your flirty mind
It feels like the deal is already done
It feels like you’re leaving before you’ve even begun

Intention, convention, expectation
Feasting and libation 
The buffer below means I can’t get drunk enough
Can’t get sunk enough

This stupid head is spinning now
And falling down, falling down
These deformed eyes are grazing you
This deformed heart is weeping and leaping too
Turn the radio on, there’s that song again

Pull the handbrake, mash reverse
Raise your hands up
Slow motion, of course

January 2010 Derek Wilson

~ by Derek Wilson on January 7, 2010.