The World Filled to the Brim

High tide. The world filled to the brim.

The water is filled with floating things that look like faces.

A faded old photo of an old brass band.

A young man, just like me, but younger.

Running wild where the wild winds blow.

Naked as a shaking bough in the morning.

Crown of rosemary, and a rosemary gown.

I set myself in the mirror.

A cold dark night. A waning moon.

A shooting star. Some wounds heal too quickly.

A shooting star. A passing flame.

My hunger is just the same. It’s like a spider.

Running wild where the wild winds blow.

Naked as a shaking bough in the morning.

Crown of rosemary and a rosemary gown.

I set myself in the mirror.

Raspberry lipstick. Blackberry shade.

I’ve seen everything in the mirror.

High tide. The world filled to the brim.

The water’s filled with floating things that look like faces.

Running wild where the wild winds blow.

Naked as a shaking bough in the morning.

Crown of rosemary, and a rosemary gown.

I see myself in the mirror.

I’ve seen everything in the mirror.