UNTITLED

I finally told you once,

With red dynamite and chocolate paper.

But I could have been dead

Because I fell again

And I felt like I had dreamt up

Everything.

I know nothing

Of the tools of the trade.

And I wish I had something to give

But a candle to light the dark.

I return

With nothing but my hand

And a new candle

 To burn beside yours

As we sail

Down, down down.