Love Is the Pearl in the Belly of Grief

Seen this gaff in lucid dreams it’s

Easy money

Sunlit breasts and night-lit semen

Blink once now I’m

Crawling up and down a hallway

Trousers down

Licking knotted floorboards in one

More haunted house

Where there’s a sword on a thread I keep waking beneath

And love is the pearl in the belly of grief

Who goes there? Warm Sunday hair

You lucky fucker

Who goes there? Straight-cocked and debtless

Blink twice now we’re

Flailing hips like drowning sailors

Eyeballs creak

Four curtain twitching nosy neighbours

Waiting on the police

With a hex for the vandal, a curse for the thief:

“Your love is the pearl in the belly of grief”

With match poised ready I stand watching her sleep

With firelight dancing on a full moon of teeth

And I’ll claw down the heavens on our meadow of blood

‘til grief is the pearl in the belly of love

Can’t learn, won’t learn

Can’t learn, won’t learn

Can’t learn, won’t learn

Can’t learn, won’t learn