NOT PENNY'S BOAT

NOT PENNY'S BOAT

april 2008

Scrappy little English boy

With the cinnamon-bun ears

I think I dreamed about you last night -

You were strumming your guitar and

Singing a song about being saved by love.

And although it was fiction

I cried when you crossed yourself

In that bright blue flooded room

And died,

One checkered sneaker slipping deeper down into the gloom.

In my world she was never the same after that

Although in theirs her smile,

that radiant betrayal,

Persevered.

In my world she missed you just as much as I do.

Maybe someday soon

I can create something wonderful for you

To play a part in,

A noble knight or drunken lord,

Or lost and hopeful boy in need of love.