Monday, March 19, 2007

Crab - Fleur Adcock

Late at night we wrench open a crab,
flesh bursts out of its cup

in pastel colours. The dark fronds attract me.
Poison, you say, Dead Men's Fingers -

don't put them in your mouth, stop!
They brush over my tongue, limp and mossy,

until you snatch them from me, as you snatch
yourself, gently, if i come too close.

Here are the permitted parts of the crab,
wholesome on their nests of lettuce

and we are safe again in words.
All day the kitchen smells of sea.


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that's a poem im doing for lit. haha been writing notes on it i guess it kinda just stuck on.. yeah, but it's nice and puts things so nicely into denoted words. haha okay anyway

time is strange.
even though it's supposed to be the only constant throughout the world - like a minute is a minute everywhere and a second is a second everywhere -
but then how can time fly by for one person, yet crawl past for another?
quite an interesting phenomenon, no?
hence i conclude that even time is subjective.
it seems like the days dont really fly by here, but they seem to..stroll past.
not saying that one is better than another, but it's just interesting - how even when things dont whoosh past, it's still hard to keep track of the days, hard to remember the details, just like before.
does it really even matter?

there's no combination of words
i could put on the back of a postcard
no song that i could sing
but i could try for your heart
our dreams
and they are made out of real things
like a shoebox of photographs
and sepia-toned loving

love is the answer
at least for most of the questions
in my heart, like
why we're here and where do we go
and how it's so hard
but it's not always easy
and sometimes life can be deceiving
i'll tell you one thing
it's always better when we're together

and all of these moments just might find their way
into my dreams tonight
but i know that they'll be gone
when the morning light sings and brings new things
but tomorrow night you see
that they'll be gone too, too many things i have to do
but if all of these dreams might find their way
into my day to day scene
i'd be under the impression
i was somewhere in between
with only two, just me and you
and so many things we got to do
or places we got to be
we'll sit beneath the mango tree, now

i believe in memories
they look so, so pretty when i sleep
and when i wake up
you look so pretty sleeping next to me
but there is
not enough time
there is no
no song i could sing
and there is no combination of words
i could say but i could still
tell you one thing
we're better together

mm it's always better when we're together
yeah we'll look at them stars when we're together
well it's always better when we're together
yeah it's always better when we're together

jack johnson (: current top5 fave songs!

yeap
take care

later