09: December 2015 #12 - St. Paul

Authored by Sean McPherson

St. Paul

by Sean McPherson

When I try I can like the seagulls
Though they're common and covered with fleas
Their lipstick is charming
Their shadows are clean
And their call means I'm nearby the sea
 
The houses are dots on the shoreline
The island's as small as a dime
The church is an onion-shaped
Crown on a town
That exists in a place out of time
 
The seals are fatter than footballs
And numerous as all the stars
The former's as loud as the latter is not
And the mainland's as far off as Mars
 
And my dreams are as blue as the ocean
As wild and swollen and deep
And here I can catch them like fish or the wind
With a net or a sail while I sleep
 
The flakes they fall down in a flurry
An orchestra's playing the snow
And the clouds are the size and the color
Of everything nobody knows
 
And I'll finally finish my reading
And I'll finally record my songs
And I'll finally grow to be bigger
And I'll finally see left from wrong
 
When I try I can like the seagulls
Though they're common and covered with fleas
Their lipstick is charming
Their shadows are clean
And their call means I'm nearby the sea