Midday Moon - A Weather

You once were a dish sponge

Now you clean tiles

In the bathroom

Where sponges go to die, and I’m

Not water-tight, any more

But I’m pushing off, from the shore

Tilt my head back for the bleeding

Make your hands hardy for the holding of mine

I stood up way, way too quickly

What should I keep, and what’s worth letting go of?

Am I

Just, waiting for midday?

Ooh, midday, ooh

When I’ve staunched it

I’ll let you know

And you can hit me again in the nose

And it’s

Not funny, in the end

But it, helps to laugh, until then

A broom sweeping up its own bristles

A thin bit of hair that falls over your eye

I’m on a serious mission

I’m so much stronger than anyone

Ooh, it’s just

I’m waiting for midday

Ooh, midday, ooh