Cold Water - Matthew Good

Insane I wake up

The oars I take up and row to right

A dawnless widow

A Portsmouth ghost of East End slight

For you I hold this

To build from nothing an Ancient Light

And so in motions of all distortions

I pull for my life

This cold water is weighing us down

Oh how I wish I was with you and nowhere else

Late this morning

I came by Hampstead in a Devon scow

That found me drifting just off of Rame Head

Near Plymouth Sound

In the room that we let

I found your hairbrush broke on the ground

And so in motion, like stone in potion

I just laid down