A Wave

Hey

I traced a fickle shoreline

Brittle in its beauty

Brutal in its grace

And I came back again that night

To pull the threads I found

I wove them into mine

Armed

With scalpel and my best sieve

Trawled through piles of what ifs

I grabbed them one by one

Then I shook them round and round

The favour was returned

Obliging as they are

Hey, what's going on?

A wave, farewell, a so-long song

The view is all wrong

Hey, what's going on?

The water takes much more than just the shape it surrounds

Shapeless where I'm standing

Firmly on the ground

Hey

Pressed against my eyelids

Impressionistic patterns

A goddamn Claude Monet

And he would call it something dumb

'A Still Life with a View'

Or 'Bubbles on her Blue'

Hey

A venemous procession

Ugly and indifferent

Barren in its verse

And what would Whitman have to say?

'O joy of suffering!'

Well I think he was a fraud

Hey, what's going on?

A wave, farewell, a so-long song

The view is all wrong

Hey, what's going on?

The water takes much more than just the shape it surrounds

Shapeless where I'm standing

Firmly on the ground