Growing Up
Paul Haworth






Mr Harris

Had a stick

He used to beat us with it

But now

Now I’m drawing a line

On all that

All the lines

Are joined

Not by the boy

It’s pain

Pain time travels

Unravels towards the past

Where

I’m pushing for answers

Telling tales

Biting my nails

I watch lives

White-knuckle rides

The ultimate adventure

The rapture

Coming at you

Arrows and gun boys

Tarot cards

Throwing out your old toys

From gatehouses

To pillboxes

French horn is waiting

Waiting...

I dreamt of you in secret rooms

I read books

Books of spirituality

Love

Finding direction

Battling depression

Days I turned to Carrie

WHEN REAL PEOPLE

FALL DOWN IN LIFE

THEY GET RIGHT BACK UP

AND KEEP WALKING

And I couldn’t help but wonder

Where you are

Are you flying

Over handlebars

Fortune stars

Push Pops

Looking for Mars

Mostly

I see you in the underground

Where all it takes

To get out of bed

To get in the shower

Is what I’m saying

To get over you

Handles were fitted

To walls, doors, next to the toilet and in the shower

I tied a brush to a stick

To be further from what I was

A born painter

The feelings grew fainter

Until

Easily disguised

We listened to men

Singing IT’S OVER

And it sounded new

You making plans

Me deciphering the words on my hand

There are bats

That hang

In the bathroom

(We need to buy a new bulb)

Lurking

Squeaking

Hanging, I don’t doubt, from the towel rail

BATS IN THE BATHROOM

This is my life

And we’re trifling

Nobody loves you this way

If this love

Could melt

Into words

In the laughter and screams

Of the lovers

Of course

You must be this tall to enjoy the ride



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Published in Linear Manual by TLTRPreß, winter 2012.
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