Untitled Poem

Northern River Song

Meet me at Hebden Bridge train station in the rain

You can get there in about half an from Leeds train station on the 12.21 train

It’s OK to be a lil off time

We’ll discuss last night’s desert island discs

And your poor old alabaster wrists

In ribbons

And how now Mark Rothko paintings make ‘em sting

We’ll have a laugh

By the grave of Sylvia Plath

Be wary with your ankle

Watch not to twist it in the so called devil’s foothole

On the walk back from the cemetery in Heptonstall

The sun’ll go down

On us all and this Northern town

The mini cab office is looking for rivers

Maybe we could spare ‘em a couple of tears

By the water’s edge

It’ll bob           bob along

                bob         

In its old sweet song

And if the meaning of life is weather

Here’s the rain having a lie down

And round here it stays in beds round here for days

Dreaming its dreams in streams

Of mountaintop swims

And remember when you asked the Aire what made it so blue

And where it was off t’

If only we knew

Will you call me when you get there?

And remember that time where I told you I was worried that cats were in danger of becoming overrated

So you to told me that you prefer kittens

And that it’s not exactly like we’re in ancient Egypt or something

The last train’s bout quarter past

So we’ll say our goodbyes fast

And as nothing lasts

Only the past

I’ll walk home

After midnight

With no particular place to go

To smoke tab ends religiously

Which is the only way to do so

To do so

     to    do    so

         to    do     so    

             to     do    so

Thinking  bout nothing particular

Thinking bout what’ll I do

Thinking bout blue

Which is the only way to do so

To do so

     to    do    so

         to    do     so    

             to     do    so