Circles of 621
By
Amy Kyle and Nathan
Caleb Camerer
I’ve strewn this path
with rosary beads beneath your feet
Each drop a sideways
prayer for a soul that isn’t free
Hand painted
soliloquies and gold threaded suture songs,
But I haven’t the
courage left to sing
Time, in time, will
stitch us back together
At least, that is the
hope,
That once held on is
held forever,
But if love is my
mother pulling knives from the wounds
The ones where my
father had stuck her
I don’t know about
pens,
But I’ll take swords
over the words he said
God only knows and he
wouldn’t wake the dead,
But his stake to my
heart killed my spirit instead
I should have known
I’d be the only one
The only one found
staring down the barrel of a loaded gun,
And then I took dirty
bullets meant for you,
‘Cos love ain’t what
we say, it’s what we do
Which means that who
love could not be me
You left me nothing
but tainted misery and bloody lies
The bastard sons of
broken hearts
I’d kill you twice if
I could play the killer’s part,
But I write tired
lines of mistakes instead
All the things I
should have done
All the things I
never said
Unlucky me, but let’s
move on
I could have been a
better man
I was just a shot in
the dark
Bringing a poison pen
to a gunfight,
And then I took those
bullets meant for you,
But not again
You’re on your own
with your silly fools
The ones who find
tattoos in ink stained fingers
Blood looks the same
beneath pale moonlight,
Especially when it
lingers
Let’s move on, shall
we
Back to me being too
blind to see the difference
Unable to hear your
callous indifference
You threw dirt in my
eyes and spit in my face,
And claim it’s for my
good,
And that you are more
like Jesus Christ
You can keep your
brand of healing hands
Save it for when the
tick-tock sands slip through the hourglass,
Too fast for math to
calculate the invariable
Stop
Then you’ll stand
with your own head in that hand
You’ll stand to face
the name you took in vain
When you told me THIS
is love
THIS is what happens
when too many people think with their minds closed
THIS is what happens
when you feel with a heart barred up like a liquor store
If you had seen the
tiny sparks of colored light trying to invade your unrested soul
You would have turned
your heart into an electromagnet,
And stuck it into the
earth like an organic defibrillator
To SHOCK the universe
back into beating and send the pulse of humanity racing
There’s a trick to
this or a catch
A hitch somewhere I
missed
This aching ebb and
flow
Is not the tidal pull
of moons
It’s the circles
etched in crops that have dead ends
Geography in the
stars of the space between the start and the end
Let’s move on, shall
we
621 steps to where
you are,
But I forgot my tools
I’m starting to turn
into your father
Not really, but would
that change things if I did
What if you became
like my mother?
This endless circle
has me spinning
I think I’ll just sit
down for a minute
You should join me
here
This spot is like
where we spent our first days
I think I’ll spend my
last days here
Just walking in circles
