your voice rips through me:
i feel it in my teeth
for katie
say our gene pool is a real pool
with high ceilings and ceramic tiles
they bounce back the noise of you
from the deeper end while i tread
somewhere in the shallowness
of a sometime soprano singing
straight safe melodies as you find
harmonising notes that match
from a place so deep i’d drown there
falter with legs cramped by uncertainty
but you, kid
splash the face of rock and roll
picking out it’s stitches with prune wrinkled fingers
embroidering those threads of song anew
in a pattern axel rose may never be
so privileged to hear himself
the cheek of you
singing new bright kate life into them
only ever half serious
your voice splinters with laughter
it ripples
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