The One Thing
So this is the drill when you say
you know a little astrology -
can plant stars in their therapy
to make things a little richer -
add frisson and zing, some light
canapés before the
main event when life can
really turn to dark water
as Freud said, the return of the
repressed not a song many will sing-
and even though you don’t draw charts
or gaze relentlessly at stars
they want the magic act
before setting to work & learn
how ugliness can be beautiful again.
It turns out, we’ve all broken
endless priceless vases
mistaken the rope for a snake
countless lifetimes - it’s in the plan
luckily, each rose
blemished yet pure as a prodigal
finally sent back to heaven.
Ask any psychiatrist
& they might oblige, another
pill for your latest ill, but
no fix or god can wave a white flag
you can only save yourself
spit the pips from your throat
see what’s stopping you knowing
-kept asking the wrong questions-
it was never
who but what
as really you’re something else
Copyright Simon Heathcote
