you are

my broken down train

stuck in a tube

 you are

my mucked up plan

my dirty clothes

my flash in the hand

 I say hello

to this same fold

 you are

my panic attack

my broken fool

 you are

the wrong number dialled

twice in a row

you told me so

 I say hello

to this same fold

 Heh the grass is greener

Hear the talk it’s sweeter

Don’t let it show

 Walk the talk it’s meaner

Play the part it’s cleaner

Move to where the air is not sold

 you are

my stolen face

an empty place

 you are

the break in my mold

the lock in my back

from your hold

 I say hello

to this same fold 


Wylie / Freegard 2001

originally a poem 'You Are'

by Gail Wylie