loveandpeace

you said clichés come from the truth
of beauty that every one feels they can own.
is then truth, being rubbed out or watered down.
we dug a hole, to keep everything out of view
we dug a hole, hoped it was big enough.

the water was like creased old leather.
lit by a bare bulb, and we talked about
the swirly island waters.
we dug a hole . . .

late into the night,
through dried up popcorn and sticky carpets
words danced upwards to tired out lyrics
we dug a hole


- Kathryn Williams / Little Black Numbers