Beings

In the bar tonight, filling hollow veins

He said, "Well, come here love, this world is a funny place

And the best of us are just riding fate

In a slow, swollen, chronic, decided way"

When they called for me through the crumbling spires

He said, "Tell me, are you coming back?"

I said, "Darling, if the creeks don't rise"

If the creeks don't rise you'll see me again

I'm sure

I'm sure

Now I'm sleeping with the dogs at night

Bleeding sonnets on the carpet

And he's chasing all the crows in flight

Down the back lanes of a mining town

He was living in a free fall state, at a cost

While most of us make do

In a raw, raging, discarded and silent way

As I sink tonight, filling hollow veins

He said, "Stick around, if the fates allow”

I said, "Darling, if my senses will"

All the curled up Beings

All the side-stepped Beings

The dressed-up, uninvited, felt something but it's unrequited Beings

All the peak time Beings

All the red-bricked Beings

The “please stop turn the video off I need a second” Beings

And all the crumpled Beings

The tea-time life Beings

The swallowed up, misguided, underclass, not too excited Beings

And they called for me through the crumbling spires

He said, "Tell me, are you coming back?"

I said, "Darling, if the creeks don't rise"

If the creeks don't rise, you'll see me again