kippers

couldn’t make a dream
from fishing line
and inbetweens

broken and unindulged
an overstuffed sofa
fell apart at the seams

I was trying to tell you
what’s good for you is good for me
you couldn’t see
or you saw what you couldn’t believe

still I reeled you in
slippery and untouchable
I felt the ghost of you
with my fingers
and kissed you in my dreams

no one ever is
what they seem
except for me
I’m unbridled and free
no one ever is
what they claim
except their name
and the size of their chains
no one ever is
what you dream
unless you dream
I will set you free

This though

This though, son, I will tell you
You won’t be better than me
You won’t be worse than me
You’ll be the same
That’s genetics and a sense of inevitability

And many people will tell you
There’s a scheme that explains all this
They’re entirely sure of it
And you will wonder
how they can be
when you’re not sure of anything

Well, whatever gets you through
at the smallest possible cost
Counting what you’ve gained
ignoring what you’ve lost
is the path you should take
anything else
is going to be a painful mistake

This though, son, I will tell you
No one will love you better than me
I love you infinitely
Entirely indivisibly
That’s genetics and a sense of impossibility.