The Beat

The Beat

By Frankie Mace

 

 

I feel for you                      sideways

looking

out of a corner

ghost like a song like a song

twice

or more three times but

only that even

it doesn’t matter won’t forget

it’s a weakness of mine.

 

 

can it be

simply not possible

maybe fourth of all expanse of

there’s never being home

for dinner

never cold skipping out we’re

out till dawn

sweet as ever as anything but

worrying doesn’t get anyone anywhere

 

 

life is sideways though

the beat

of it swells in glorious circles

that I have memorised for you

looking directly

at a portrait in profile

like a song it comes around

but ends always

in the middle

 

 

 

*This poem was also published in the Stockholm Review of Literature*