Angles by Adam Parry

Angles by Adam Parry

There are angles back to you

like when the Earth reverses.

Time twitches impossibly backward.

Somewhere your hand still stretches out for mine,

but when I touch, it decays away.

Is there no way to turn back time, but by memory?

The scientists try but just get confused,

while lovers regret and just get the blues,

but if by some co-ordinates we’ve all forgot

time lingers for lovers

and whispers at fools.

Mesmer by Adam Parry

I used to make things happen

now I can’t control the insects in my head.

Wading neck high,  am I, through this river

while the heron spectates.

Up the road sleepwalking as the lights

go out behind my back

breaking the spell of morning

in the fire of the trees sunrise lit.

I find some glee and spread my old glamour

far and wide, leaving me with no disguise.

This Mesmer reaches out to you

tied up in a knot of dreams, touches

loose the glamour on you.

In a cafe somewhere I watch wistfully

the glee in you

drinking espresso’s endlessly.

Hospitalized by Adam Parry

Hospitalized
because we're too good
not greedy as the homes you feed
always taking too much of a good thing.

Hospitalized
because we don't know what our other hand is doing,
glad of our obsessions
small comforts in our secret moon fed night.

Hospitalized
because you're always leaving me
and I don't feel any love
secret stories show you how to feel.

But I'm hospitalized
because of my grieving heart.