Brian Patten Poems
|2.||There Is A Boat Down On The Quay||12/17/2013|
|4.||One Another’s Light||3/8/2012|
|6.||So Many Different Lengths Of Time||3/9/2015|
|8.||Nor The Sun Its Selling Power||1/3/2003|
|9.||Doubt Shall Not Make An End Of You||1/3/2003|
|10.||The Right Mask||1/3/2003|
|11.||The Innocence Of Any Flesh Sleeping||1/3/2003|
|13.||In Tintagel Graveyard||1/3/2003|
|14.||I Have Changed The Numbers On My Watch||1/3/2003|
|15.||You Come To Me Quiet As Rain Not Yet Fallen||1/3/2003|
|16.||Minister For Exams||1/3/2003|
|18.||Sometimes It Happens||1/3/2003|
|19.||Gust Becos I Cud Not Spel||8/16/2003|
|20.||The Day I Got My Finger Stuck Up My Nose||1/3/2003|
|21.||When You Wake Tomorrow||1/3/2003|
|23.||And Nothing Is Ever As You Want It To Be||1/3/2003|
And Nothing Is Ever As You Want It To Be
You lose your love for her and then
It is her who is lost,
And then it is both who are lost,
And nothing is ever as perfect as you want it to be.
In a very ordinary world
A most extraordinary pain mingles with the small routines,
The loss seems huge and yet
Nothing can be pinned down or fully explained.
You are afraid.
If you found the perfect love
It would scald your hands,
Rip the skin from your nerves,
Cause havoc with a computered heart.
You lose your love for her and then it is her who is lost.
You tried not to hurt and ...
'Let's stay here
Now this place has emptied
And make gentle pornography with one another,
While the partygoers go out
And the dawn creeps in,
Like a stranger.