Someone called You

I’d call this distemper
that growls and wrangles on the line

almost canine
And I’m tied up all day

from unspeakable eye opening
until the silent light goes out

And you asked me my secret
so you wouldn’t have to know it

or to see what I do
Stirring words

Running the treadmill
Charming flavours

No need to call
Just inquire inside

and finger the words
They shiver shine and run

So call them up again
and stalk them in the streets

Loiter outside shops
until chance bumps and jumps a track

and labouring metaphors
shuttle jauntily down hills

people settle for trying on
something new

pay up
and wander off

almost forgetting that someone
called You


Grant Duncan, 18.12.11