(Which I find hard to believe)
Or if you’re hanging on from branches
Licking honey from the leaves you say
“The hopelessness of living, the childishness of suicide”
But there’s a call to love my brother
That can never be destroyed however much you talk,
However well you talk you make a certain sense
It’s still only stupid talk, however much I strut around,
However loud I sing the Shining One inside me won’t say anything,
Oh, to want one thing!
It’s the purity of heart!
You’ll remind me that I said you were
A quiet bed in all my noise to rest
Well I was charming you at best.
And you remember, dear, when I said
“My coming here was like a terrible fall!”
As we crept like thieves along your bedroom hall
I’d come down and touch your eyelids,
But if you stay up too late I’ll throw you back into the cupboard
With the chipped and dirty plates
Like the carnival game with the bottleneck and rubber ring,
Even if you win, even then you don’t win.
All I want is to want one thing.