POETIC PROCESS:
A couple of months ago I told my future wife that I would write her a love poem and then I sat in an abandoned quarry in the sun and wrote most of this thing and read it to her and then apologised because it wasn’t what either of us were expecting.
I was passengering with her on a drive through the mountains and we were listening to pirate punk and I got that special kind of sad that you get when you know things are at their best and I thought about this poem then I fixed it.
Doing poetry is like doing maths that beats you up.
The Pit
Sometimes love is a pit
Or rather
Love is everywhere else
And you are in the pit
You don’t understand
Why you won’t climb out
Because how can you be in love
And be so sad
You don’t understand
When despair drags you deeper and you let it
Because no one can see you
Down in the pit
You don’t understand
Because you were the one that climbed in
All you wanted was shelter
And now all you can go is down
And then I remember
That if you were gone
I couldn’t go a step further
And I would scream at the universe
To keep you forever
That I feel sorrow
Because I need you more than ever
And nothing could ever be
Without your love
Skydekkerix 