Matthew Good - Cold Water
Insane I wake up
The oars I take up
And row to right
A dawnless widow
The Portsmouth ghost of an
East End slight
For you I hold this
And 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
Nowhere else
Late this morning
I came by Hamstead
In a Devon scow
That found me driving 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 a stone
In potion I just laid down
This cold water
Is weighing us down