Gold

for Steph on her 16th birthday

Spinning out stories with jackets on

Like old film reels, stuttered car exhaust;

It was cold that day,

But you wouldn’t let me stay inside.

Bringing down the sunset with my stare –

Brought the sunset down with a crash crash crash,

Like times when I wanted to smash smash smash –

But this isn’t my house, none of them were my things.

Bold so I’ll be

while Cold is the day

and you never let me stay

undone. Well

Gold’s a tacky colour. And

I’ve always been the very very one.

7th January 2008.