Lulling to Sleep

He said, "Craft me a lullaby

Tonight" so precious in grit suspenders and a tired spine

"Sing as if I were a baby you made."

He wanted the dissonance of dream, and the sticky

Under-eye daguerreotypes that haunt children

And some blackeyed Lillywhite.

Sing the night, I fell into snow-glossed lashes,

Turn around and talk of stunning disasters:

Twice sold pocket-watches and the pearl.

All this said with a smile

Coated in red stardust words.

"Sing."

Learn my lullababies

chrysanthemum coloured lilacs.

"Don't lose it now! …precision falls as wings

sown from two thousand Albatross feathers.

"I'll sing. I promise," before he slept

"If you hold my hand and I hold yours (the earth is

Churning beneath us) we can make

Day and night quicken."