Archive for August 18, 2013


Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on August 18, 2013 by dc

I became accessible.

There were weeks
When all I’d do was nod.

I kept three buttons undone
On my favourite shirt

And praised
Everyone I met.

I left my front door
Open to strangers

And kept a smile on my face
As they robbed me.

I congratulated idiots,
Kept truths inside a cabinet
And walked without fear.

I gave gifts and learnt songs,
Stroked the sky every morning
And looked at love from afar.

I became accessible.

In lands I’ll never go
I’d have been welcomed like family,

Been prayed for
And kissed;

It’s funny
The things
We’ll do
For a list.