Modern love tales

I’ll put on After the Gold Rush, Sgt Peppers, Blue
how much a graph of me this gives
is best left for speculation

But I can tell you it’s no different to fifteen
in a way, hold on to this avocado of a heart
wait for the slower beat

I can’t make promises about days
because decades submerged by nature’s balance
are a hidden rip in resurgence

That still water, here’s my hand waving
always at my best with the light behind

There’s a chance of rain
the way sense trawls a ripple
divining the way in or out

This fraught peace, all things being considered
flotation of a gentle principle
some of my recordings have the bends
elliptic on now band less turntables
while each replay travels on echo forever

First published in The Blue Nib Issue 39 Ireland September 2019 Edited by Denise O’Hagan & Dave Kavanagh