Pilot

I don't know how to behave Reacting. Fists dangling About the same time everyday Sometimes an outfit blows in from the street I can bring in the boats and sleep But the old flag knits and rises Shells and shards dust the yard I wish it was white. I wish it was white But it needs blood for the new erection I try to be light, stop the low talk But I am coward and Camus was right You slide like a bangle down the days arm And wait in the hand to be given away But I don't deserve it, I won't wear it I know it's a gift but Christmas is gone I'm ashamed of the quiet but I want to be silent All this practice and still no grace I get so anxious I need a tattoo Something binding that hides me But when the time comes to design it It opens up like height under a pilot Like height under a pilot It opens up like height under a pilot --- Pilot - Aldous Harding